  A little girl I’ve got a brand-new parasol (Of pink silk trimmed with lace), But auntie says ’twill never keep The shine out of my face. Why not, I wonder: if it’s held Just in the proper place, Why won’t it keep the sunshine out Of anybody’s face? She says thick clouds would hardly do (Much less pink silk and lace) To keep the merry sunshine out Of such a dimpled face. But mamma says, “Go take your walk, And never mind aunt Grace.” I ’spect I’ll have to let the sun Keep shining in my face! |
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