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Dutch Child.
Oh, a sturdy little pilgrim
All the way from Hollow-Land
With your cosey cap and muff.
And your skates in hand!
If I tried to catch and kiss you
Roly-poly, round, and sweet,
I suspect that you would tie
Wings upon your feet.
Away, away you will be flitting
Down the river smooth as glass;
I, upon the bank, will throw
Kisses as you pass.
—EDITH M. THOMAS
