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On Sunday when I go to church / I wear my dress that's trimmed with lace. / I sit beside my mother and / Am very quiet in my place.
When Dr. Brown is reading hymns / To make the people want to sing, / Or when he preaches loud and makes / The shivery bells begin to ring,
I watch the little pulpit house -- / It isn't very tall or wide -- / And then I wonder all about / The little ones that live inside.
When Dr. Brown has preached enough, / And when he is about to stop, / He stands behind the little house / And shuts the Bible on the top.
I wonder if "they" sit inside, / And if "they" cook and walk up stairs. / I wonder if "they" have a cat / And say some kind of little prayers.
I wonder if "they're" ever scared / Because the bedroom lamp goes out, / And what their little dreams are like / And what "they" wonder all about.