 | Mother Pitcher's poems For Little People |  |
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When a Child-hides.
Merrily, Maryly, Marigold Queen!My pussy is hiding, and will not be seen:
She hides in the corner, she hides in the dark,
But when I have found her, she'll jump like a lark.
She hides in the bedclothes, she hides in the screen:
Merrily, Maryly, Marigold Queen!
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