Tell me, Little One, why do you cry
when I say I'll be gone awhile?
Is it in fear that I will not reply?
Or is it some unknown qualm?
I think I've told you, you are my pet
The doll I love to play with most,
A lovely toy for you I'll get
and I promise to send it speed post.
Now smile, Little One, be happy, be gay
All's right with your world, you see,
You know well these tears will not pay,
For go I will and I must.
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