MOTHER'S BEST UMBRELLA
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Jack said it could be mended—sure;
But, oh, such luck!—the wind blew ‘round,
And caught it up, with rip and tear,
And sent it flying through the air,
Then thumped it, whirling, on the ground!
But, oh, such luck!—the wind blew ‘round,
And caught it up, with rip and tear,
And sent it flying through the air,
Then thumped it, whirling, on the ground!
We all ran after it like mad, Tom and me, and Jack and Ella, When the old thing stopped, and, crash! Every one of us went smash Right on top of that umbrella! |
I wish I knew where that man lives That comes along the street sometimes With old umbrellas on his back, To get a good one from his pack, I ‘d give him my three silver dimes. |
It ’s tough on me and the boys and Ella,
We were all so careful of that umbrella!
We were all so careful of that umbrella!
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