What can I do, a hapless swain,Besieged by bonny lassies twain, Both loving, and both fair ?They will not let me run away,But hold me, with tyrannic sway, Here, in my easy-chair. About my neck their arms they twine;Their rosy, dimpled cheeks to mineEndearingly they press. HOW SPECKLE CELEBRATED…
Children's poetry · Picture books for children
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