  I used to stride like a warrior All hot for alarms, and game— But I'm not the fellow I was before The little babies came. Now, furtive 'mid the city's noise, I pause, I start, I flee! For what would happen to my little boys If a tram ran over me? WHISPER! Micky doesn't like much noise, He's a wide-eye-whisper fairy, Very kind to girls and boys, Very shy and most contrary. |
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