Rhymes for the nursery By the authors of "Original Poems" [i.e. Ann Taylor]. Twenty-seventeenth edition |
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Mamma and the Baby.
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Mamma and the Baby.
What a little thing am I!
Hardly higher than the table;
I can eat, and play, and cry,
But to work I am not able.
Hardly higher than the table;
I can eat, and play, and cry,
But to work I am not able.
Nothing in the world I know,
But mamma will try and show me:
Sweet mamma, I love her so,
She's so very kind unto me.
But mamma will try and show me:
Sweet mamma, I love her so,
She's so very kind unto me.
And she sets me on her knee,
Very often, for some kisses:
Oh! how good I'll try to be,
For such a dear mamma as this is.
Very often, for some kisses:
Oh! how good I'll try to be,
For such a dear mamma as this is.
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