The Infant's Delight: Poetry by Anonymous
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page 49 of 50 (98%)
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[Illustration: Who roams through Eng-land's mea-dows fair
May see the Yel-low-ham-mer there.] [Illustration: The Xeno-pel-tis has a hide, With spots of man-y co-lours dyed.] [Illustration: See, with long tail but scan-ty mane, The Ze-bra gal-lops o'er the plain.] [Illustration: THE KITTENS' BATH.] [Illustration] TURN-ING THE TRENCH-ER. If, at this old Christ-mas game, Kate, who spins the trench-er, call Any play-er out by name, He must catch it ere it fall. If "Move all" she should re-peat, All sit still; but if she say "Twi-light," each must change his seat, Or a for-feit he must pay. |
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