The Infant's Delight: Poetry by Anonymous
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Pus-sy, you shall be ca-ressed,
If you try and jump your best. BLOW-ING BUB-BLES. Har-ry and Tom, the o-ther day, Went out in-to the yard to play; Their great de-light, in wea-ther bright, Is blow-ing bub-bles with pipes of clay. Tom took a ba-sin deep and wide, And Har-ry brought his mug be-side; They fil-led them quite with soap-suds white, And each to blow the big-gest tried. Poor Tom, he blew with might and main, And so, of course, he blew in vain; For all his trou-ble he made no bub-ble, But Tom was brave and tried a-gain. Till Har-ry said, "Dear Tom, you see, You blow too hard; now--look at me. There! that will rise to-ward the skies, And float a-bove the li-lac tree." |
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