bib ballads
HIS MEMORYBesides my little son's imagination,Another thing he has appeals to meAnd agitates my envious admiration--It's his accommodating memory.An instant after some unlucky stumbleHas floored him and induced a howl of pain,He's clean forgotten all about his tumbleAnd violently sets out to romp again.But if, when I leave home, I say that maybeI'll get him something nice while I'm away,It's very safe to bet that Mr. BabyWill not forget, though I be gone all day... --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.
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