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Butterfly,

Flutter by,

Through the summer air;

Roses bloom,

Sweet perfume

Shedding everywhere;

Robins sing,

Bluebells ring

Greeting to my dear,

When her sweet

Tiny feet

Bring her toddling here.

Pitapat!

Little fat

Funny baby toes!

Do not stumble,

Or she'll tumble

On her baby nose.

Closer cling,

Little thing,

To your mother's side,

Baby mine,

Fair and fine,

Mother's joy and pride.