IN BOND STREET
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Upon her little velvet hat
A silken tassel hung,
And to the very end of that
A tiny fairy clung.
Among her curls he bobbed about
And played at hide-and-seek
With every dimple that came out
Upon her chin or cheek.
This is a common sight perchance
For Londoners to see?
It seemed to draw no curious glance
From anyone but me.
Along the street I watched her go
Serenely unaware;
And still he tumbled to and fro
(It seemed so strange she should not know)
Among her golden hair.
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