CRY-BABY
Reading edition
I'm sure that I would rather die Than have my playmates see me cry; It twists your face And knots your forehead, And makes you look all cross and horrid; And every one who sees you cries "What is the matter with your eyes?"
Reading edition
I'm sure that I would rather die Than have my playmates see me cry; It twists your face And knots your forehead, And makes you look all cross and horrid; And every one who sees you cries "What is the matter with your eyes?"