Two Little Pink Shoes

Two little pink shoes standing by the head

Of our Nanny sleeping in the trundle-bed;



On the little table, waiting for the morn,

Two little pink shoes, our Nanny to adorn.







Two little bright eyes, peeping open wide,

Spied the little table, and the pink shoes spied.



Two little fat hands climbing up to catch;

Two little fat feet following to match.



Two little fat arms hug them to her breast;

Two little fat legs run to show the rest.



Never more a treasure can our Nancy choose,

That will give such pleasure as these two pink shoes.



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In your work or your play,

When you read, talk, or write,

Sit always, my child,

With your back to the light,