The Funny Little' Thing


One morning in the spring
As I wandered through the town
I saw a funny little thing arrive
Before me on the ground

Hesitating for a while
I took a closer look
The funny little thing looked back
As open as a book

Little legs standing firm
Hair swept back and tied
It was a funny little thing I saw
I dare not tell a lie

It couldn't be so very tall
I thought about knee high
Very strange it was as well
I considered with a sigh

This funny little thing I saw
Imprinted in my mind
A picture which remained with me
No matter how I tried

It had a quite peculiar face
A little frock as well
Such a funny little thing I saw
What it was - I couldn't tell



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