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Well, well, I never! Who’d a’ thought A boy’d grow so quick’s This fellow has! Law sakes alive, The buster’s grown to six! He was a little baby, and He had such funny tricks! But, oh, dear me! the baby’s gone, And here’s a boy of six! I’ve seen him lie upon the floor, And lift up howls and kicks; But now he is a gentleman,— No crying when you’re six! When grown so large, boys must be tough, Just regular little bricks; No tears for any bumps or hurts, When one is big and six! —Minot J. Savage.