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AN ELYSIUM.
Mamma, do you know what I really think
The summit of all earthly bliss?
No doubt you'll be terribly shocked when you hear
That simply and solely it 's this:
The summit of all earthly bliss?
No doubt you'll be terribly shocked when you hear
That simply and solely it 's this:
Nothing to do for a whole day long,
No lessons, no errands at all;
Grandma's big rocking-chair quite to myself;
And Puss on my lap in a ball.
No lessons, no errands at all;
Grandma's big rocking-chair quite to myself;
And Puss on my lap in a ball.
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Conveniently set on a table close by,
Instead of my breakfast or lunch,
A plate of fresh toffy—the nice peanut sort—
To munch, and to munch, and to munch!
Instead of my breakfast or lunch,
A plate of fresh toffy—the nice peanut sort—
To munch, and to munch, and to munch!
And then to be reading a wonderful book
As monstrous as Webster, (the bore!)
And crowded with fairy-tales, each that I read
More sweet than the one read before.
As monstrous as Webster, (the bore!)
And crowded with fairy-tales, each that I read
More sweet than the one read before.
Fine stories of dragons and wicked old queens
And beautiful, ill-treated girls,
And splendid young princes with curls and blue eyes—
Especially princes with curls.
And beautiful, ill-treated girls,
And splendid young princes with curls and blue eyes—
Especially princes with curls.
And seated with Pussy in Grandma's big chair,
Drawn up in a small cosy bunch,
'T would just be the summit of all earthly bliss
To munch, and to read, and to munch!
Drawn up in a small cosy bunch,
'T would just be the summit of all earthly bliss
To munch, and to read, and to munch!
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