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Oh, a sturdy little pilgrim

All the way from Hollow-Land

With your cosey cap and muff.

And your skates in hand!

If I tried to catch and kiss you

Roly-poly, round, and sweet,

I suspect that you would tie

Wings upon your feet.

Away, away you will be flitting

Down the river smooth as glass;

I, upon the bank, will throw

Kisses as you pass.

—EDITH M. THOMAS