Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 153, September 5, 1917 by Various
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And one on the left shoulder. So: * That is all. A.A.M. * * * * * THE FOUNTAIN. Upon the terrace where I play A little fountain sings all day A tiny tune: It leaps and prances in the air-- I saw a little fairy there This afternoon. The jumping fountain never stops-- He sat upon the highest drops And bobbed about. His legs were waving in the sun, He seemed to think it splendid fun, I heard him shout. The sparrows watched him from a tree, A robin bustled up to see |
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