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Wee Willie sat a-thinking, / And he shook his curly head. / Around him on the nursery floor / His treasures lay outspread.
Firecrackers and torpedoes, / Trumpet and flag and drum, / Rockets and pinwheels and paper caps, / For Fourth of July had come.
"But it makes me sort o' sorry," / Wee Willie said with a sigh, / "To think of those poor little English boys / Without any Fourth of July. "