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Infants Song
We are but little children yet,
We are but little children yet;
But as we grow the more we know,
We hope we may be wiser yet.
We wish to learn to read and spell,
We wish to know our duty well,
And every one who asks we'll tell
That we shall soon be wiser yet.
Perhaps we are but naughty yet,
Perhaps we are but naughty yet:
But every day, we try to say,
We'll be a little better yet;
We mean to mind whate'er we're told,
And if we're ever rude or bold,
We'll try to think when we grow old;
We'll wish that we were better yet.
You think we are too giddy yet,
You think we are too giddy yet;
But wait awhile, you need not smile,
Perhaps you'll see us steady yet.
For though we love to run and play,
And many a foolish word we say,
Just come again on some fine day,
You'll find us all quite steady yet. |
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