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[Illustration]
Sometimes our little Lewy
Loses all his pretty smiles;
He says they're very far away;
At least a hundred miles.
He looks as sober as a judge,
As stately as a king,
As solemn as a parson and
As still as anything.
And then our little Bertie,
The witching willow bringing,
Sends all the smiles safe home again,
By waving it and singing:
"I want to buy a smile, sir, if you have some about;
I'll draw this leaf across your lips, and that will bring them out.
And if you cannot spare me one, just let me take a half.
Oh, here they come and there they come, and now we'll have a laugh."
[Illustration]
On every "morrow morning,"
This funny little Bertie
Doesn't want to have his face washed
Because it don't feel dirty;
He runs half-dressed 'way out-of-doors,
Safe hidden from our view;
We search and call, hunt up and down,
And don't know what to do,
Until we see our little Lu
The wand of willow bringing,
And leading Bertie back to us,
While all the time he's singing:
"Do, re, mi, fa, sol, la, si.
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