  Bay doesn't stay in the stars any more; He didn't much cry nor care When God pushed him out of a big star door Into the everywhere. I ringed him up on the telephome And down he flied to me! Didn't you know how Bay came home? I got the push-cart, see? And wheeled him in the front-yard door Just one way and another, I didn't make mud-marks on the floor, Or scratch the paint on the front-way door, 'Cos I am a careful brother; I putted him into the new white cot, I covered him up till he grew quite hot, And then called mother to see; So Bay doesn't stay in the stars any more But only with mother and me. |
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