  I'll wear the striped skirt that trails, And you the flowered one, And we will take our parasols And walk out in the sun. We'll leave our dolly-carts at home, For ladies, when they call, Must not have children with them, no, That would not do at all. And I'll be "Mrs. Wilkinson," And you'll be "Mrs. Brown," And we will call and call and call On every one in town! |
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