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Show LAMENT OF A LITTLE GIRL. My brother Will, he used to be The nicest kind of :rir!: He wore a little dress like me, And had his hair in curl. Wo played with dolls and tea sets then. And every kind of toy: But all those good old times are gone Will turned into a boy. Mamma made him little suits, With pockets in his pants; And cut off all his yellow curls And sent them to my aunts; And Will, he was so pleased, 1 b'lieve, He almost jumped for joy; And I must own I didn't like Will turned into a boy. And now he plays with horrid tops I don't know how to spin. And marbles that I try to shoot, But never hit nor win; And leapfrog 1 can't give a "back" Like Charley. Frank or Roy: Oh. no "ne knows how bad I feel Since Will has turnad a boy. I have to wear frocks just the same, And now they're mostly white; I have to pit and just be good. While Will can climb and fight. But 1 must keep my dresses nice And wear my hair in curl. And worst oh, worstest thing of all 1 have to stay a girl. |
