 | A gift book of stories and poems for children |  |
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POOR WILLY.
Poor Willy in play,
I am sorry to say,
His head did hit;
To his mother he ran,
Like a little man,
Not minding it.
I am sorry to say,
His head did hit;
To his mother he ran,
Like a little man,
Not minding it.
Then she rubb'd it well,
And a story did tell,
And kiss'd him too;
Then back did he run,
To his little fun,
And so must you.
And a story did tell,
And kiss'd him too;
Then back did he run,
To his little fun,
And so must you.
| A gift book of stories and poems for children | |