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Mother, in her garden kneeling,
 * Planting hyacinths one day—

Jim, a tiny toddler, stealing
 * All her precious bulbs away.

"Come and bring them back,” cries
 * mother—
 * “No,” says Jim, “me wants them
 * all-

Little ones for marbles, mother,
 * And the big one for a ball.

“You don’t want them, mum ; you only
 * Hide them in the dirty ground ;

Little Jim is awful lonely—
 * Let me wheel them round and

round.”

Mother buys them back with kisses,
 * Gives him one to call his own,

Then with loving words dismisses
 * Baby Jim, and works alone.

Soon the autumn sunshine passes,
 * Soon the merry winter flies—

Soon among the tender grasses
 * Blossoms ope their starry eyes.