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Once there was a boy who never Tore his clothes, or hardly ever, Never made his sister mad, Never whipped fer bein’ bad, Never scolded by his Ma,
Poets have sung of the old-fashion… The old-fashioned pictures that hu… The old-fashioned people, the old-… The old-fashioned fashions they lo… The squeaky armchair that our gran…
We can be great by helping one ano… We can be loved for very simple de… Who has the grateful mention of a… Has really all the honor that he n… We can be famous for our works of…
MINE is a song of the average ma… Who has been on earth since the wo… You’ll find him kind and you’ll fi… You’ll find him cheerful and happy… He’s never proud and he’s never me…
The skies are blue and the sun is… and the grass is green and soft And the old charm’s back in the ap… and it calls a boy aloft; And the same low voice that the ol…
My grandpa is the finest man Excep’ my pa. My grandpa can Make kites an’ carts an’ lots of t… You pull along the ground with str… And he knows all the names of bird…
When I’m weary of argument wordy And tired of continuous debate, When the speaker like some hurdy g… Which carries on early and late, Keeps up a monotonous bellow
You may delve down to rock for you… You may go with your steel to the… You may purchase the best of the t… And the finest of workmanship buy. You may line with the rarest of ma…
You cannot gather every rose, Nor every pleasure claim, Nor bask in every breeze that blow… Nor play in every game. No millionaire could ever own
A woman is queer, there’s no doubt… She hates to be thin and she hates… One minute it’s laughter, the next… You can’t understand her, however… But there’s one thing about her wh…
We were sittin’ there, and smokin’ of our pipes, discussi… Like taxes, votes for wimmin, an’ the totterin’ thrones of kings… When he ups an’ strokes his whiske…
I’d like to leave but daffodills to mark my little way, To leave but tulips red and white behind me as I stray; I’d like to pass away from earth
It’s bedtime, and we lock the door… Put out the lights– the day is o’e… All that can come of good or ill, The record of this day to fill, Is written down; the worries cease…
Give me the house where the toys a… Where the dolls are asleep in the… Where the building blocks and the… And the soldiers guard the stairs. Let me step in a house where the t…
H’it’s h’easy to be 'appy, Don’t you know; There’s no sense in being snappy, Don’t you know; Wot’s the use h’of being grumpy,