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Show j MY MOTHER'S FACE. Three little boys talked together, One sunny summer day, And I leaned out of the window To hear what they had to say. "The prettiest thing I ever saw," One of the little boys said. "Was a bird in grandpa's garden. All black and white and red!" I "The prettiest thing I ever saw," i Said the second little lad, "Was a pony at the circus I wanted him awful bad." "I think," said the third little fellow, With a grave and gentle grace, "That's the prettiest thing in all tha world. Is just my mother's face." |