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Tell me, rosy little boy,
Listen, little maiden, too, / Do you love a fine new toy? / Yes, you say, of course you do. / Then your thought to Mother tell, / And she'll take her little maid, / And her little boy as well, / To this wonderful Arcade.
Active apes that climb up sticks, / Swords and guns and trumpets bright, / Wooden horses, wooden bricks, / Big fat lambs with fleeces white, / Dolls that smile and dolls that cry, / Soldiers ready for parade, / All are here for you to buy, / In this wonderful Arcade.
Toys are hanging up on strings, / Toys are laid in tempting rows, / And each shop with pretty things / Is so crammed it overflows. / Little girls and little boys / Oft are puzzled, we're afraid, / Which to choose of all the toys / In this wonderful Arcade.