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GRANNY'S LITTLE FLOCK, by                    
First Line: The lamp's dim, the fire's low
Last Line: To her sleepy flock.
Subject(s): Grandparents; Shadows; Weaving & Weavers; Grandmothers; Grandfathers; Great Grandfathers; Great Grandmothers

THE lamp's dim, the fire's low,
And from the fickle flame
Shadows dancing to and fro
All play a merry game.
Grandma sits a-rocking,
Her little flock is near,
While her needles weave a stocking
To the music of the chair:
Click, click, click,
Rock, rock, rock,
While Grandma tells a pretty tale
To her little flock.

The fire's flame has settled down,
No more the shadows creep;
All within is growing brown,
The little flock's asleep.
Grandma still is sitting,
There's music in the air,
One half from the knitting
And the other from the chair.
Click, click, click,
Rock, rock, rock,
When Grandma tells a pretty tale,
To her sleepy flock.

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