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I. There were three little folks, and one was fair- Oh a rare little maid was she. Her eyes were as soft as the summer air, And blue as the summer sea. Her locks held the glint of the golden sun; And her smile shed the sweets of May; Her cheek was of cream and roses spun, And dimpled the livelong day. II. The second, well he was a rubber-doll, Who talked through a whistling hat. His speech ran over with folderol, But his jokes they were never flat. He squeaked and creaked with his heart care-free Such things as this tale will tell, But whether asleep or at work was he The little maid loved him well.
I. There were three little folks, and one was fair- Oh a rare little maid was she. Her eyes were as soft as the summer air, And blue as the summer sea. Her locks held the glint of the golden sun; And her smile shed the sweets of May; Her cheek was of cream and roses spun, And dimpled the livelong day. II. The second, well he was a rubber-doll, Who talked through a whistling hat. His speech ran over with folderol, But his jokes they were never flat. He squeaked and creaked with his heart care-free Such things as this tale will tell, But whether asleep or at work was he The little maid loved him well.
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