Too Precious.

Young girls looking at baby in stroller

Young girls looking at baby in stroller

You want my dolly, Baby?I really must say, No.I love it quite too much, you see,To ever let it go.For now ’tis fresh and lovely,But I’m afraid, my dear,If once I let you have it,’Twould soon look very queer.

You want my dolly, Baby?I really must say, No.I love it quite too much, you see,To ever let it go.For now ’tis fresh and lovely,But I’m afraid, my dear,If once I let you have it,’Twould soon look very queer.

You want my dolly, Baby?I really must say, No.I love it quite too much, you see,To ever let it go.

You want my dolly, Baby?

I really must say, No.

I love it quite too much, you see,

To ever let it go.

For now ’tis fresh and lovely,But I’m afraid, my dear,If once I let you have it,’Twould soon look very queer.

For now ’tis fresh and lovely,

But I’m afraid, my dear,

If once I let you have it,

’Twould soon look very queer.

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