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Edgar Guest - Little Girl
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WHAT`S a book, compared to you,
Little girl?
There`s no story half so true,
Little girl;
Come now, clamber on my knee,
You bring more of love to me
Than my whole great library,
Little girl.

Yes, I came in here to read,
Little girl;
But a book I do not need,
Little girl;
All the printed line could tell,
You impart with magic spell,
Love and laughter with you dwell,
Little girl.

I would be a churlish dad,
Little girl,
If for you no time I had,
Little girl;
Clamber on my knee tonight,
You can give me more delight
Than the books that great men write,
Little girl.

You `re a volume full of love,
Little girl, Published up in Heaven above,
Little girl;
Every word of yours rings true,
Sweet the little deeds you do,
I shall never tire of you,
Little girl.
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