The Bandit Bunny Alphabet and other stories, Page 29



O Little Boy Blue,

He is in a sad plight.

He was left in the rain for a day;

Then his berry-black eyes and his apple-red lips,

And his wonderfulcoat trickled off into drips;

Now, alas! he is a little Boy Gray.


“Now, Willy, if you go to sleep

I’ll give you something nice;”

And Willy tried his very best

To follow the advice.

And when his mother sought his crib

And whispered in his ear:

“O Willy, are you sound asleep?”

He said – “Yes, Mamma dear.”


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