 | A merry-go-round of song |  |
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DISCONTENT
“With nothing to make him sob or sigh,
He goes as he likes along the sky
In his silver shoes and his silver tie,
And with heaps of joy;
He never must learn in a book how far
From the Isle of Wight the Shetlands are!
Just wouldn't I love to be a star!”
Said the silly boy.
He goes as he likes along the sky
In his silver shoes and his silver tie,
And with heaps of joy;
He never must learn in a book how far
From the Isle of Wight the Shetlands are!
Just wouldn't I love to be a star!”
Said the silly boy.
“With nothing to make him spin and fly,
He's gone to the sea and a big sand-pie
In his canvas shoes and his scarlet tie
In a railway car;
No wonder the busy porters smiled
At the ships and spades on the barrow piled!
Just wouldn't I love to be a child!”
Said the silly star.
He's gone to the sea and a big sand-pie
In his canvas shoes and his scarlet tie
In a railway car;
No wonder the busy porters smiled
At the ships and spades on the barrow piled!
Just wouldn't I love to be a child!”
Said the silly star.
| A merry-go-round of song | |