“I won’t be long,” the Little Boy said, As he clattered him down the stair, And found him a hat for his curly head And called to a dog somewhere. Then off like a flash down the shady lane With a whistle and cry and song; And back to us ever it came again: “I won’t be gone very long.” “I won’t be long,” the Little Boy said, As we saw him among the trees, His eyes all bright and his cheeks all red, A friend of the birds and bees; Then through the hedges and out of the gate, For naught in the world goes wrong With a boy of six or seven or eight-- “I won’t be gone very long.”…
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