"Oh, dear! On, dear!
'Tis al-most nine.
The birds all sing,
The sun does shine.
Poor Doll and I
To school must go:
I don't see why,
We hate it so.
I hate those let-ters. They twist and turn.
There's no use try-ing: I'll nev-er learn.
"Hur-rah! hur-rah!
At last it's two!
I am so glad!
What shall we do?
Come, Doll, let's run.
I'll nev-er go,
When I get big,
To school, I know;
But ev-er-y min-ute of the day
I'll spend just as I like, in play."
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