  On George's birthday Was such a display! He was dress'd in a new suit of clothes; And look'd so genteel, With his buttons of steel, And felt quite like a man, I suppose. Now at tea, with much care, He partakes of his share, Nor spills it, as careless boys do; He is always so clean, And so fit to be seen, That his clothes, you would think, were just new. Yet George loves to play, And is lively and gay, But is careful of spoiling his dress; So a pinafore wears, Which he likes, he declares; And I think he is right, I confess. |
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