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1881–1942

BABY SONG

Frank Leslie Thomson Wilmot

The grandmas talked with worried eyes And said it was a shame — Nobody wanted Littley then Before our Littley came.

Boyo's nose will be out of joint, He's a toddling baby yet, And now there's another one coming along, Poor little pet!

But Littley rode through the storm of doubt And the cloud of the troubled brow; Nobody wanted Littley then — But you should hear them now!

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