 | When life is young |  |
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A DEAR LITTLE GOOSE
While I'm in the ones, I can frolic all the day;
I can laugh, I can jump, I can run about and play.
But when I'm in the tens, I must get up with the lark,
And sew, and read, and practise, from early morn till dark.
I can laugh, I can jump, I can run about and play.
But when I'm in the tens, I must get up with the lark,
And sew, and read, and practise, from early morn till dark.
When I'm in the twenties, I'll be like Sister Jo;
I'll wear the sweetest dresses (and, maybe, have a beau!),
I'll go to balls and parties, and wear my hair up high,
And not a girl in all the town shall be as gay as I.
I'll wear the sweetest dresses (and, maybe, have a beau!),
I'll go to balls and parties, and wear my hair up high,
And not a girl in all the town shall be as gay as I.
When I'm in the thirties, I'll be just like Mama;
And, maybe, I'll be married to a splendid big papa.
I'll order things, and go to teas, and grow a little fat,
(But, Mother is so sweet and nice, I'll not object to that).
And, maybe, I'll be married to a splendid big papa.
I'll order things, and go to teas, and grow a little fat,
(But, Mother is so sweet and nice, I'll not object to that).
Oh, what comes after thirty? The forties! Mercy, my!
When I grow as old as forty, I think I'll have to die.
But like enough the world won't last until we see that day;—
It 's so very, very, very, very, VERY far away!
When I grow as old as forty, I think I'll have to die.
But like enough the world won't last until we see that day;—
It 's so very, very, very, very, VERY far away!
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