  Child. Where do you come from, Mr. Jay? Mr. Jay. From the land of play, from the land of play. Child. And where can that be, Mr. Jay? Mr. Jay. Far away—far away. Child. Where do you come from, Mrs. Dove? Mrs. Dove. From the land of love, from the land of love. Child. And how do you get there, Mrs. Dove? Mrs. Dove. Look above—look above. Child. Where do you come from, Baby Miss? Baby Miss. From the land of bliss, from the land of bliss. Child. And what is the way there, Baby Miss? Baby Miss. Mother’s kiss—mother’s kiss. —Laurence Alma-Tadema. |
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