  THREE little boys talked together One sunny summer day, And I leaned out of the window To hear what they had to say. “The prettiest thing I ever saw,” One of the little boys said, “Was a bird in grandpa’s garden, All black and white and red.” “The prettiest thing I ever saw,” Said the second little lad, “Was a pony at the circus— I wanted him awful bad.” “I think,” said the third little fellow, With a grave and gentle grace, “That the prettiest thing in all the world Is just my mother’s face.” —Eben E. Rexford, in Good Cheer. double line decoration |
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