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PEEK-A-BOO.
Now, where's the baby gone?
All gone away,
Underneath the handkerchief,
Sweet little May.
Baby's eyes are big and blue,
Almost I see them through,
While we're playing peek-a-boo,
May and I.
All gone away,
Underneath the handkerchief,
Sweet little May.
Baby's eyes are big and blue,
Almost I see them through,
While we're playing peek-a-boo,
May and I.
Something stirs the corner white!
Out creep the ringlets bright!
Baby's lips of rosebud hue
Bubble o'er with laughter, too,
While we're playing peek-a-boo,
May and I.
Out creep the ringlets bright!
Baby's lips of rosebud hue
Bubble o'er with laughter, too,
While we're playing peek-a-boo,
May and I.
October 16th, 1881.
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