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Oh, where do you think the baby is going / On Nurse's apron? Blanche calls it a sleigh / And says, "We make believe it is snowing, / And ride through the snow drifts away, away."
"We think, perhaps, we will go to Iceland, / To see an iceberg or great white bear, / We don't know whether it is a nice land, / We'll let you know when we get there."
"There's but one thing that we are afraid of, / There is but one thing about which we care, / For when you see what our sleigh is made of, / You will know we're afraid that it might tear. "