GREAT EXPECTATIONS.
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Every little grape, dear, that clings unto the vine, Expects some day to ripen its little drops of wine. Every little girl, I think, expects in time to be Exactly like her own mamma—as sweet and good as she. Every little boy who has a pocket of his own, Expects to be the biggest man the world has ever known. Every little lambkin, too, that frisks upon the green, Expects to be the finest sheep that ever yet was seen. Every little baby colt expects to be a horse; Every little puppy hopes to be a dog, of course. Every little kitten pet, so tender and so nice, Expects to be a grown-up cat and live on rats and mice. Every little fluffy chick, in downy yellow dressed, Expects some day to crow and strut or cackle at his best. Every little baby bird that peeps from out its nest, Expects some day to cross the sky from glowing east to west. Now every hope I’ve mentioned here will bring its sure event, Provided nothing happens, dear, to hinder or prevent.