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HIS KNOWLEDGE
“No one will love you if you're naughty,” said
His nurse, demure and chill.
The Three-years Wisdom shook his bird-bright head,
And answered, “Mother will.”
His nurse, demure and chill.
The Three-years Wisdom shook his bird-bright head,
And answered, “Mother will.”
He built a castle of his bricks the while,
Poised tower and bastion still;
As one who suffers Folly with a smile,
He answered, “Mother will.”
Poised tower and bastion still;
As one who suffers Folly with a smile,
He answered, “Mother will.”
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