  The grandmas talked with worried eyes And said it was a shame— Nobody wanted Littley then Before our Littley came. Boyo's nose will be out of joint, He's a toddling baby yet, And now there's another one coming along, Poor little pet! But Littley rode through the storm of doubt And the cloud of the troubled brow; Nobody wanted Littley then— But you should hear them now! WHISPER! Someone smashed the photo-lady; Who upset the pot of musk? Was it Micky? Was it Padie Hunting Micky in the dusk? |
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