_Sometimes I get to wishin’ I might be A little lamb like Mary’s, fond and true, With Susan Sanderson as Mary, see? We’d play amidst the clover sweet with dew, And everywhere that she wast there’d be me, And if she wasn’t, I’dst be elsewhere, too._ I’ve just about madest up my mind to be A poet such as Shakespeare and the rest Of them big literary gents, and dressed In velvet clothes, write up the things I see In some grand style to show that Browning he Hast been done up! And when plain folks request My autograph, then, throwin’ out my chest, I’llst make them wish that they wast great like me!…
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