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<br> We love her A lot, you guys. However it mattereth to not the soul aflame With a love for riches and energy and fame! Next morning where the two had sat They found no trace of the canine or cat; And a few of us assume unto this day That burglars stole that pair away! Over the hills and much away, Slightly boy steals from his morning play, And under the blossoming apple-tree He lies and dreams of the things to be: Of battles fought and of victories gained, Of wrongs o’erthrown and of nice deeds done– Of the valor that he shall prove some day, Over the hills and far away– Over the hills and much away! Over the hills and much away It’s, oh, for the toil of the livelong day! It blooms on the shore of the Lollypop Sea Within the backyard of Shut-Eye Town; The fruit that it bears is so wondrously candy (As those who have tasted it say) That good little youngsters have only to eat Of that fruit to be completely happy subsequent day. I bought chickens from a man who plucked the feathers.<br>
<br> On, O man! while the sun is excessive– On to the sure joys that lie Yonder the place blazeth the noon of day. Over the hills and far away An outdated man lingers at shut of day; Now that his journey is almost performed, His battles fought and his victories won– The previous-time honesty and fact, The trustfulness and the associates of youth, Home and mom–where are they? And because the shadows spherical me creep, A childish trebble breaks the gloom, And softly from an extra room Comes: “Now I lay me right down to sleep.” And, somehow with that little pray’r And that candy trebble in my ears, My thought goes again to distant years, And lingers with a pricey one there; And as I hear my child’s amen, My mom’s religion comes back to me– Crouched at her aspect I seem to be, And mom holds my hands once more. WHEN thou dost eat from off this plate, I cost thee be thou temperate; Unto thine elders at the board Do thou candy reverence accord; And, though to dignity inclined, Unto the serving-folk be variety; Be ever mindful of the poor, Nor turn them hungry from the door; And unto God, for well being and food And all that in thy life is nice, Give thou thy heart in gratitude.<br>
<br> In vain I wheel her to and fro, And cause together with her moldly,– Her waxen tears in torrents circulate, Her sawdust coronary heart beats wildly. For a lot of dogs, the most common clinical indicators are vomiting, diarrhea, increased thirst, panting or restlessness, extreme urination, and racing heart charge. There are marshmallows, gumdrops, and peppermint canes With striping of scarlet and gold, And you carry away of the treasure that rains, As a lot as your apron can dogs chew gum hold! Time was when the little toy canine was new, And the soldier was passing truthful; And that was the time when our Little Boy Blue Kissed them and put them there. What do you do if a dog eats a number of chocolate? So we all know what’s in chocolate that makes it unfriendly to our canine mates. First thing she is aware of she would not know the place she is at! The old Dutch clock and the Chinese plate Appeared to know as certain as fate There was going to be a horrible spat. But gran’ma she has never been to see a Wild West present, Nor learn the life of Daniel Boone, or else I suppose she’d know That Buff’lo Bill an’ cowboys is adequate for me!<br>
<br> For Christmas, with its tons an’ a number of candies, cakes an’ toys, Was made, they are saying, for proper kids an’ not for naughty boys; So wash yer face an’ bresh yer hair, an’ thoughts yer p’s and q’s, And do not bust out yer pantaloons, and don’t put on out yer shoes; Say “Yessum” to the ladies, and “Yessur” to the males, An’ after they’s company, don’a move yer plate for pie once more; But, thinkin’ of the things yer’d wish to see upon that tree, Jest ‘fore Christmas be nearly as good as yer kin be! Excep’ jest ‘fore Christmas, when I’m nearly as good as I kin be! The tune appeared once more in the 1954 movie White Christmas, which starred Crosby. What movie is it from? THE Hawthorne youngsters–seven in all– Are famous mates of mine, And with what pleasure I recall How, years ago, one gloomy fall, I took a tedious railway line And journeyed by slow phases down Unto that sleepy seaport city (Albeit one worth seeing), Were Hildegarde, John, Henry, Fred, And Beatrix and Gwendolen And she that was the baby then– These well-known seven, as aforesaid, Lived, moved, and had their being.<br>
