Page:Kern, Good Morning Dearie, 1922.djvu/39

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love. There could never be anoth-

er Like the lovely name of Mother.

Cuddled in my little bed, At night she came and

kissed me, Then she softly said:

T.B.H.Co. 198-4 Rose-Marie