"Six little feet to cover,

Six little hands to fill,

Tumbling out in the clover,

Stumbling over the sill."

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BABY POWER.

Six little hands to fill,

Stumbling over the sill.

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Six little shoes half worn;

Skirts, shirts, and aprons torn!

Heedless of bites and stings,

Twisting off buttons and strings.

Into the salt and meal,

All through the house we feel!

To steal the kindling-wood;

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To hunt for "somesin' dood."

The chickens know no rest,

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