BAD. All among the dewy roses Stands our little rosebud weeping. Mother whispers: Fie ! for shame ! Every one will know your name;See the baby roses peeping! Gone the pouting, gone the sighing; Baby sees the roses pearly. Mamma, have they all been crying ? Have they, too, been bad so early ? GEORGE…
Children's poetry · Picture books for children
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