LITTLE CHILD R. E. G. ARMATTOE
Little child, what hails thee In a world so tiny? Why are thy sweet lips cross Thy pearly eyes so dim, And why do tears now film Thy lashes long? Ah, this has soiled thy smock Thy nice and pretty frock, And undone thy pearl button! What odds! I reason Thy Daddy doesn’t mind For he was once a child And played in the forests wild Men will be boys, boys men, Girls mothers, mothers girls And life itself thus renews.
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