A PIECE OF PAPER. I came up the sandy shore, I met a pretty lady, A pencil in her hand she bore, … < But then he didn’t know it. He glared at me with such a look; Then, with a pencil taper, And all the time these fishes three He wrote and wrote upon a book My little thumbs were nibbling, Until he’d filled the paper. While still she went on painting me And still he went on scribbling. 25
Chromolithography · Illustrated children's books
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