  Oh, Friday night's the laundry night, Down the street in the dark— And Saturday night's the picture night, When bands play in the park. But Sunday morning is the time We do the pillow-peep, To see what things the fairies brought While two boys were asleep. WHISPER! In the after afternoons When there comes big starey moons, Often we've heard Micky playing By the window, fairy tunes. But I don't know what he's saying In the after afternoons. |
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