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THE BABY'S CHARMS by ANONYMOUS

First Line: "O SLUMBER, WASHED ON SATURDAY"
Last Line: WHO MY BRAIN BEWILDERS QUITE
O slumber; washed on Saturday,
On Sunday dressed in clean array,
On Monday morn to school away,
As sweet as apple, bright and gay.
Sleep the mighty all has flown,
To Alexandria she has gone;
Nani, thou canary bright,
Who my brain bewilders quite.



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