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THE UNHAPPY MONTH
When Uncle was ill for a month at our house
With a terrible pain in his side,
We learned how we loved him, for all of us sobbed,
And even the errand-boy cried.
We crept up to bed without shoes on our feet,
As softly as mice on a floor,
And Mother allowed me—she couldn't do more—
To throw him a kiss through a crack in the door.
With a terrible pain in his side,
We learned how we loved him, for all of us sobbed,
And even the errand-boy cried.
We crept up to bed without shoes on our feet,
As softly as mice on a floor,
And Mother allowed me—she couldn't do more—
To throw him a kiss through a crack in the door.
And Bess did,
And Jess did.
And Jess did.
My Golliwog lived in the cupboard for days
With the Bear and the Geese and the Goat,
For how could I think about toys when I had
Such a sorrowful lump in my throat?
Each evening dear Daddy came up to our room
And bade us do all that we should
For one who had never been other than good,
So I prayed for my Uncle as hard as I could.
With the Bear and the Geese and the Goat,
For how could I think about toys when I had
Such a sorrowful lump in my throat?
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And bade us do all that we should
For one who had never been other than good,
So I prayed for my Uncle as hard as I could.
And Bess did,
And Jess did.
And Jess did.
When Doctors and Nurses decided at last
There was only his strength to regain,
We told all the thrushes and robins and tits
That our Uncle was free from his pain.
One morning we went to the side of his bed,
As Mother and Father had planned.
Just why it was so I can scarce understand,
But I burst into tears when he gave me his hand.
There was only his strength to regain,
We told all the thrushes and robins and tits
That our Uncle was free from his pain.
One morning we went to the side of his bed,
As Mother and Father had planned.
Just why it was so I can scarce understand,
But I burst into tears when he gave me his hand.
And Bess did,
And Jess did.
And Jess did.
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