PUZZLED.
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Am I a little snow-white lamb, A robin, or a bluebird, A cherry, peach, or strawberry?— Pray tell me, folks, have you heard? They call me every sort of thing; Now is it not a pity?— Am I a flower, am I a star, Or just a little kitty? I thought I'd learned, the other day, When brought by sister Carry Down stairs into the sitting-room To "smile for Uncle Harry." I heard him, as they took me in, Say, "Pshaw! she's not worth two cents." And then, "Come, Carry, bring her here; Let's see the little nuisance." But all my aunts, and grandmamma, They told him he was "horrid"; Then kissed my nose, my eyes, and toes, My hands, my cheeks, my forehead. Oh dear! I don't know what I am I feel so puzzled. Maybe I'd best believe what mamma says— I'm just her "precious baby."