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Six Years Old
What do you think, doll Rosa?
Look sharp at me, and say!
What do you think has happened?
I'm six years old to-day!
Yes, this is why my dear Mamma
Has dressed you up so gay,
And brought you here to visit me,
I'm six years old to-day!
You see how fast I'm growing?
Oh, I forgot, you know,
That you had only met me
An hour or two ago!
I've grown a year since yesterday;
My Papa told me so;
I'm sure I didn't feel so tall
A day or two ago.
And don't you think, doll Rosa,
I'm most too old to play?
I really feel quite busy,
Because I'm six to-day.
I guess I'll help Mamma awhile;
I wonder what she'll say!
And after that we'll celebrate,
Because I'm six to-day. |
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