  ONCE there lived, I’m not sure where, And they danced a measure light, Danced in very glee. Hand in hand, a pretty sight, Little He and She. When they ceased his bright eyes fell, Darling must we stay? Can’t we dance so happily You and I for aye? Then she clasped his hand again, Whispered sweet and low, “Dearest, always hand in hand You and I will go.” So they danced with merry feet, E’en in Arcadee, Happier pair you ne’er will meet, Little He and She. |
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