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LL day long they come and go— Pittypat and Tippytoe; Footprints up and down the hall, Playthings scattered on the floor, Finger-marks along the wall, Tell-tale smudges on the door— By these presents you shall know Pittypat and Tippytoe.

How they riot at their play! And a dozen times a day In they troop, demanding bread— Only buttered bread will do, And that butter must be spread Inches thick with sugar too! And I never can say, "No, Pittypat and Tippytoe!"