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Dimple-cheeked and rosy-lipped, / With his cap-rim backward tipped, / Still in fancy I can see / Little Tommy smile on me -- / Little Tommy Smith.
Little unsung Tommy Smith -- / Scarce a name to rhyme it with; / Yet most tenderly to me / Something sings unceasingly -- / Little Tommy Smith.
On the verge of some far land / Still forever does he stand, / With his cap-rim rakishly / Tilted; so he smiles on me -- / Little Tommy Smith.
Elder-blooms contrast the grace / Of the rover's radiant face -- / Whistling back, in mimicry, / "Old -- Bob -- White! " all liquidly -- / Little Tommy Smith.
O my jaunty statuette / Of first love, I see you yet. / Though you smile so mistily, / It is but through tears I see, / Little Tommy Smith.
But, with crown tipped back behind, / And the glad hand of the wind / Smoothing back your hair, I see / Heaven's best angel smile on me, -- / Little Tommy Smith.