To Muriel.

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Or all the tales they used to tell,
Not one that ever I knew,
Did I fear so much, or love so well,
When I was a small child too,
Dear Muriel, ’
As “ Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves,”’
But my Baba had crimson sleeves !

And when it comes to the time of ‘year,
When paint-boxes are new,
And fairy tales are sweet to hear,
Then you shall listen too,
Muriel dear,—
To “Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves ;”
But paint Baba with crimson sleeves !