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“SORTER KINDER”
My mother always teases Dick
Because he twitters like the birds,
As if he hadn't time to pick,
As Daddy does, the proper words.
Because he twitters like the birds,
As if he hadn't time to pick,
As Daddy does, the proper words.
They tumble from his mouth, and go
With all their speed to Baby's ears,
Though mother wants him not to know
What's wrong or rough, because she fears
With all their speed to Baby's ears,
Though mother wants him not to know
What's wrong or rough, because she fears
The bad example Dickie sets
Will stop in Baby's curly head;
For there is nothing Tim forgets
Of what were better left unsaid!
Will stop in Baby's curly head;
For there is nothing Tim forgets
Of what were better left unsaid!
I heard him yesterday declare
To Mrs Dacre's little boy—
The one with silver in his hair—
He had a “sorter kinder” toy.
To Mrs Dacre's little boy—
The one with silver in his hair—
He had a “sorter kinder” toy.
When Daddy heard, he threw his pen
Upon the floor, and cried for help!
As Fido does if heavy men
Sit down on her and make her yelp.
Upon the floor, and cried for help!
As Fido does if heavy men
Sit down on her and make her yelp.
He tugged the bell. And when the maid
Along the red-tiled passage ran,
He shouted, till she grew afraid,
For Auntie Ada's biggest fan!
Along the red-tiled passage ran,
He shouted, till she grew afraid,
For Auntie Ada's biggest fan!
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But when I cried, he shook with glee,
And fell against the parrot's cage.
I might have known that Dad's would be
A merry “sorter kinder” rage!
And fell against the parrot's cage.
I might have known that Dad's would be
A merry “sorter kinder” rage!
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