The Girls


Three little girls with their sun-bonnets on,

Wandered out for a walk in the dew;

And they tip-toed about, full of frolic and fun,

While their aprons around them they drew.



But their little wet feet brought fever and cough,

And their little red lips grew so thin;

And their little round faces were haggard enough,

O, I'm sure they'll not do it again!



Not do it, I mean, without boots that shall guard

Their ankles and feet from the wet;

For the care of the health brings a joyous reward,

The neglect, brings us pain and regret.



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