Baby's got a new pelisse,
Very soft and very neat —
Like a lammy in her fleece
She's all white from head to feet.
Thirty lambs each gave a curl,
Mother sewed them, stitch by stitch —
All to clothe a baby-girl:
Do n't you think she's very rich?
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The New Pelisse · Laurence Alma-Tadema · Poetry Cove