  When your mother combs your hair, Here's a rhyme for you to say: If you try it, I declare, It will take the snarls away! In the ocean of my hair, Many little waves are there; Make the comb, a little boat, Over all the billows float; Sail the rough and tangled tide Till it's smooth on every side, Till, like other little girls, I've a sea of wavy curls! |
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