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One day wee Willie and his dog / Sprawled on the nursery floor. / He had a florist's catalogue, / And turned the pages o'er,
Till all at once he gave a spring, / "Hurrah! " he cried with joy; / "Mamma, here's just the very thing / To give your little boy!
"For when we fellows go to school, / We lose our things, you know; / And in that little vestibule / They do get mixed up so.
"And as you often say you can't / Take care of 'em for me, / Why don't you buy a _rubber plant_, / And an _umbrella tree_? "