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PINKS.
(A MODEST REQUEST.)
You ask me what flower I prefer,
And it takes but a moment to think,
For its perfume is like nothing else,
And the name of that same is a pink,—
A red pink.
And it takes but a moment to think,
For its perfume is like nothing else,
And the name of that same is a pink,—
A red pink.
When you bid me to dine or to sup,
Or invite me to breakfast or lunch,
Put a knot of them under my nose,
And hand me, when leaving, the bunch,—
The whole bunch!
Or invite me to breakfast or lunch,
Put a knot of them under my nose,
And hand me, when leaving, the bunch,—
The whole bunch!
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