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Walked out into the street
And splashed in all the pubbles till
She had such shocking feet
Stayed quietly in the house
And sat upon the fender stool
As still as any mouse.
Her hands were black as ink;
She would come running through the house
And begging for a drink.
Her hands were white as snow;
She did not like to play around,
She only liked to sew.
Lost hair ribbons galore;
She dropped them on the garden walks,
She dropped them on the floor.
O thoughtful little girl!
She liked to walk quite soberly,
It kept her hair in curl.
When she was glad or proud
Just flung her arms round Mother's neck
And kissed her very loud.
Was shocked at such a sight,
She only offered you her cheek
At morning and at night.
Your happy laughing face
Does like a scented Summer rose
Make sweet the dullest place.
My dear, I'm well content
To have my daughter in my arms,
And not an ornament.
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