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Adventures with the Eldest Daughter Eight Years Old
We will ride in flying machines,
To Hillville.
Then we will ride in autos of gold
To the cross roads.
Then we will ride on the backs of mice
To a flour mill.
To Hillville.
Then we will ride in autos of gold
To the cross roads.
Then we will ride on the backs of mice
To a flour mill.
Then we will ride on tremendous clouds
To nowhere,
Thus we will ride
Where the ride is the whole adventure.
To nowhere,
Thus we will ride
Where the ride is the whole adventure.
And then on our tiptoes across the still small nursery,
On past the babies' cribs and the toys so funny,
We will step through the flowered Chinese wall paper,
Instantly to where the dragons caper,
Instantly
To somewhere, somewhere, somewhere.
A place where they live on citron and tea and cinnamon,
And the Chinese Polly always wants a cracker.
On past the babies' cribs and the toys so funny,
We will step through the flowered Chinese wall paper,
Instantly to where the dragons caper,
Instantly
To somewhere, somewhere, somewhere.
A place where they live on citron and tea and cinnamon,
And the Chinese Polly always wants a cracker.
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