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Little Lambs.
Look at those pretty little lambs,
How nimble and how brisk,—
See how they skip, and jump, and bound,
And run about, and frisk.
How nimble and how brisk,—
See how they skip, and jump, and bound,
And run about, and frisk.
How good and innocent they are!
How gentle, and how mild!
They seem as harmless in their play,
As any little child.
How gentle, and how mild!
They seem as harmless in their play,
As any little child.
Let then, my dear, these little lambs
Instruct you how to play;
And learn, like them, in innocence
To spend each passing day.
Instruct you how to play;
And learn, like them, in innocence
To spend each passing day.
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