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BABY’S FIRST SNOW.

BABY! What does Baby see,
Looking at the falling snow? Baby sees with all his eyes,
Opening wide in bright surprise, Jewels faking from the skies.
Baby! What does Baby think,
Looking at the drifting snow? Baby thinks with all his might, Thinking till his fists grow tight, How he loves to see the sight.

Baby! What does Baby say, Looking at the smoothed-out snow?
Baby says, with coo and crow, “How I’d like to jump and go, And be cradled on the snow!”
Baby! What does Baby know, Looking at the cushioned snow?
Baby knows a softer lair, Thinks and sees it ‘s sweet and fair, Says he ‘d rather cushion there.
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