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The Little Mothers of the poor / They lead a jolly life, I'm sure; / For without being gray and old, / They've all a mother's right to scold. / As eagerly each day they meet / To pass the gossip of the street, / Her baby-cart, each states with pride, / Is finest on the whole East side. / And each, her small charge will declare / The handsomest baby anywhere. / Oh, Grown-up Mothers, learn to praise / Your children and their pretty ways.