Little Songs by Eliza Lee Cabot Follen
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"And Kitty too, I can't find her; O, dear! what shall I do? I wish I could my basket find, And little Kitty too." "I'll go to mother's room and look; Perhaps she may be there, For Kitty loves to take a nap In mother's easy chair." "O mother! mother! come and look! See what a little heap! My Kitty's in the basket here, All cuddled down to sleep." He took the basket carefully, And brought it in a minute, And showed it to his mother dear, With little Kitty in it. THE FARM YARD. The cock is crowing, The cows are lowing, The ducks are quacking, |
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