The Infant's Delight: Poetry by Anonymous
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[Illustration: The sa-cred I-bis, we are told, The E-gyp-tians much re-vered of old] [Illustration: The I-gua-na's flesh is sweet and good; It haunts the riv-er and the wood.] [Illustration: On hin-der legs and tail so strong, The slim Jer-boa bounds a-long.] [Illustration: A row of prick-les, long and keen, On the John-Do-ry's back is seen.] [Illustration: WASHING MY CHILDREN.] [Illustration: TAKING CARE OF BABY] [Illustration] THE DAN-DE-LION CLOCK. The dan-de-lion blos-soms gay From the fields have passed away, And in their place left heads of grey. Now, Min-nie, won't it be good fun For each of us to ga-ther one, And sit and blow them in the sun? |
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