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FRENCH NURSERY RHYMES.
She waits for day to appear;
Then, silently leaves her bed,
To find out what her mother says.
Her mother sleeps; she lets her be.
When mother finally awakes:
"Good morning, Mother!"—"It's you, my daughter!
Your eyes open this fine morning,
Without saying a word: how sweet she is!
Come embrace me, little chicken!"[1]
I thus have good reason to write:
Who does not love little Mary!
BABY LEARNS TO WALK.
Walk, baby, walk;
Give me your hand;[2]
One, two, three,
Baby has taken a step.
ONE, TWO, THREE.
1, 2, 3,
One, two, three,
Let's go to the woods.
