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Jane Taylor - Little Girls Must Not FretJane Taylor - Little Girls Must Not Fret
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What is it that makes little Emily cry? Come then, let mamma wipe the tear from her eye: There­ lay down your head on my bosom­ that`s right, And now tell mamma what`s the matter to-night. What! Emmy is sleepy, and tired with play? Come, Betty, make haste then, and fetch her away; But do not be fretful, my darling; you know Mamma cannot love little girls that are so. She shall soon go to bed and forget it all there­ Ah! here`s her sweet smile come again, I declare: That`s right, for I thought you quite naughty before. Good night, my dear child, but don`t fret any more.
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