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Ding Dong! Ding Dong! Post by :minimick Category :Poems Author :Eliza Lee Cabot Follen Date :May 2011 Read :2864

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Ding Dong! Ding Dong!

Ding dong! ding dong!
I'll sing you a song;
'Tis about a little bird;

He sat upon a tree,
And he sang to me,
And I never spoke a word.

Ding dong! ding dong!
I'll sing you a song;
'Tis about a little mouse;
He looked very cunning,
As I saw him running
About my father's house.

Ding dong! ding dong!
I'll sing you a song
About my little Kitty;
She's speckled all over,
And I know you'll love her,
For she is very pretty.

Ding dong! ding dong!
I have sung my song;
Now give me a little kiss;
I'll sing you another,
Some time or other,
That is prettier than this.

(The end)
Eliza Lee Cabot Follen's poem: Ding Dong! Ding Dong!

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