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My baby must be clean and neat,

With cap and pinafore complete;

I'll daily sponge its little head,

And wash its skin, so soft and red.

My seat must not be over high,

Lest babe roll off my lap, and cry:

Upon my knee, I'll safely hold,

And do it quick for fear of cold.

Hush, hush, my dear! I'll not be long;

Washing will make thee stout and strong:

Thy little nerves 'twill help to brace,

'Twill make thee have a rosy face.

Some helpless babes scarce ever get

A wholesome washing, like my pet;

Then weak, and weaker still, they grow,

No sprightliness or pleasure show;

Whereas, by constant daily care,

With skin so fresh, and clean brush'd hair,

They might have stouter grown, and stronger,

And liv'd in cheerful health much longer.