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And it was Sunday everywhere, / And Father pinned a rose on me / And said he guessed he'd better take / Me down to see Miss Kate-Marie.
And when I went it all turned out / To be a Sunday school, and there / Miss Kate-Marie was very good / And let me stand beside her chair.
Her hat was made of yellow lace; / Her dress was very soft and thin, / And when she talked her little tongue / Was always wriggling out and in.
I liked to smell my pretty rose; / I liked to feel her silky dress. / She held a very little book / And asked the things for us to guess.
She asked about Who-made-y-God, / And never seemed to fuss or frown; / I liked to watch her little tongue / And see it wriggle up and down.