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a DEAR little girl sat

 
  
 
  
    
 
 
 
   
  
 
 

sipping her milk
At the foot of some steps,
one day,
there came by a goat and
peeped over the wall,

xt, in a coat of grey.

“Come, Nannie,” she cried—“ come, and
share my milk,
And then we can take a walk,

For you look very wise about hundreds
of things ;
Oh, Nannie, why can’t you talk!”

 

“Not talk!” answered Nan—“why, I
chatter all day ;
My Billy will tell you so:

I’ve got plenty to say in my own
sort of way,
Which you don’t understand,

you know.”
Flelen Marion Burnside.