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Show r TWTELVE LITTLE BOYS. (Exchange.) ITierc are twelve little boys I would tell vnu about, fjust think what a dreadful noise!) Thev -are all of an age, just three and a half. These twelve little blue eyed boys. There's a doctor, a preacher, a farmer lad. And one is a soldier bold, l Who rides about with his pistol and sword. Like the 'frog in the story old. There's the acrobat boy, with his heels in the air, But I think, and so would vnu, That the sweetest of all is the boy who sings . "Two little girls in blue." The sweetest of all. did I say? There's one Who sits, dear little man. Just "'thinking of mamma," the red lips say. As only a baby can. There is one little boy. I am sorry to say, Who will crv and pout and fret; Who likens himself to a "bad. bad man, 'ho loves no one," and yet Somehow we think that he loves us all. For the clouds soon pass away. And a sweet smile dimples the tear stained stain-ed face. Like a sunbeam gone astray. There is "Auntie's sweetheart," and "I'ncle's boy," And "Brother's little brother." And "Papa's man" I think you scarce Could find Just such another. But when the hour comes for the good night kiss. To these laddies so precious to me, I find just one poor, tired little boy. As sleepy as can be. |