THE EXCELLENT LORD MAYOR

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"Oh dear papa!" cried little Joe,
"How beautiful the Lord Mayor's show!
In that gold coach the Lord Mayor see—
How very happy he must be!"
"My dear," the careful parent said,
"Let not strange notions fill your head:
'Tis not the gold that we possess
That constitutes our happiness.
"The Lord Mayor, when a little boy,
His time did properly employ;
And, as he grew from youth to man,
To follow goodness was his plan.
"And that's the cause they love him so,
And cheer him all the way they go;
They love him for his smiling face
More than for all his gold and lace."

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

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