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Every morning and every night / There passes our window near the street, / A little girl with an eye so bright, / And a cheek so round and a lip so sweet! / The daintiest, jauntiest little miss / That ever any one longed to kiss,
She is neat as wax, and fresh to view, / And her look is wholesome, and clean, and good. / Whatever her gown, her hood is blue, / And so we call her our "Little Blue Hood," / For we know not the name of the dear little lass, / But we call to each other to see her pass,