Oh, What Shall My Blue Eyes Go See? Shall It Be Pretty Quack-Quack To-Day? Or The Peacock Upon The Yew Tree? Or The Dear Little White Lambs At Play? Say Baby. For Baby Is Such A Young Petsy, And Baby Is Such A Sweet Dear. And Baby Is Growing Quite Old Now SHe's Just Getting On For A Year.
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