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My little maid with golden hair / Comes each morning for a kiss; / And I know the day will be fine and fair / When Polly looks like this.
Or I know the clouds will frown and lower, / The skies will be dull and gray, / And perhaps there'll be a passing shower, / When Polly looks this way.
But a violent storm of rain or snow / I can prognosticate, / For the sign will never fail, I know, / When this is Polly's pate.