I am the sister of himAnd he is my brotherHe is too little for usTo talk to each other. So every morning I show himMy doll and my book,But every morning he still isToo little to look.
When little Fred was called to bedHe always acted right;He kissed Mamma, and then papa,And wished them all goodnight. He made no noise, like naughty boys,But gently upstairsDirectly went when he was sent,And always said his prayers.
Once I saw a little birdHoping:hop, hop, hopAnd I cried: – Little bird, will you stop, stop,stop? I was going to the windowTo say: How do you do?Buthe shook his little tailAnd away he flew.
When little Fred went to bed,Healways said his prayers;He kissed mama, and then papa,Andstraightway went upstairs.
One little flower, one little bee.One little blue bird, high in the tree.One little brown bear smiling at me.One is the number I like,You see.
„Little mouse little mouseWhere is your little house?”„Here is the door,Under the floor!”
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