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One day wee Willie and his dog

Sprawled on the nursery floor.

He had a florist’s catalogue,

And turned the pages o’er,

Till all at once he gave a spring,

“Hurrah!” he cried with joy;

“Mamma, here’s just the very thing

To give your little boy!

“For when we fellows go to school,

We lose our things, you know;

And in that little vestibule

They do get mixed up so.

“And as you often say you can’t

Take care of ’em for me,

Why don’t you buy a rubber plant,

And an umbrella tree?”