COUNTING BABY’S TOES.
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DEAR little bare feet, Dimpled and white, In your long night-gown Wrapped for the night, Come let me count all Your queer little toes, Pink as the heart Of a shell or a rose. One is a lady That sits in the sun; Two is a baby, And three is a nun; Four is a lily With innocent breast, And five is a birdie Asleep on her nest.
THE WELL.