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Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Five Little Toes in the Morning

This little toe is hungry–
This little toe is too,
This toe lies abed like a sleepy head,
And this toe cries ‘Boo-hoo.’
This toe big and tall is the smartest of all
For he pops into stocking and shoe.

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