On such a night, or such a night, Would anybody care If such a little figure Slipped quiet from it's chair, So quiet - Oh how quiet, That nobody might know But that the little figure Rocked softer - to and fro -
On such a dawn, or such a dawn - Would anybody sigh That such a little figure Too sound asleep did lie
For chanticleer to wake it - Or stirring house below - Or giddy bird in orchard - Or early task to do?
There was a little figure plump For every little knoll, Busy needles, and spools of thread - And trudging feet from school -
Playmates, and holidays, and nuts - And visions vast and small - Strange that the feet so precious charged Should reach so small a goal!
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