THE BABY What is the pretty little thingThat nurse so carefully doth bring,And round its head her apron fling? A baby. Oh, dear, how very soft its cheek:Why, nurse, I cannot make it speak.And it cant walk, it is so weak, Poor baby. Here take a bite, you little dear, I ve got some cake and…
Nursery rhymes
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