I.

 There were three little folks, and one was fair— Oh a rare little maid was she. Her eyes were as soft as the summer air, And blue as the summer sea. Her locks held the glint of the golden sun; And her smile shed the sweets of May; Her cheek was of cream and roses spun, And dimpled the livelong day. 

There were three little folks, and one was fair—

Oh a rare little maid was she.

Her eyes were as soft as the summer air,

And blue as the summer sea.

Her locks held the glint of the golden sun;

And her smile shed the sweets of May;

Her cheek was of cream and roses spun,

And dimpled the livelong day.

II.

 The second, well he was a rubber-doll, Who talked through a whistling hat. His speech ran over with folderol, But his jokes they were never flat. He squeaked and creaked with his heart care-free Such things as this tale will tell, But whether asleep or at work was he The little maid loved him well. 

The second, well he was a rubber-doll,

Who talked through a whistling hat.

His speech ran over with folderol,

But his jokes they were never flat.

He squeaked and creaked with his heart care-free

Such things as this tale will tell,

But whether asleep or at work was he

The little maid loved him well.

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