Tiny must n't frown
When she tumbles down;
If the wind should change — Ah me,
What a face her face would be!
Rub away the dirt,
Say she was n't hurt;
What a world‘ twould be — O my,
If all who fell began to cry!
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The Gravel Path · Laurence Alma-Tadema · Poetry Cove