I am the sister of him And he is my brother He is too little for us To talk to each other. ...
Little birds sing with their beaks In the apple trees; ...
The little girl said As she asked for more: ...
Little I am the sister of him And he is my brother He is too little for us To talk to each other. So every morning I show him My doll and my book, But every morning he still is Too little to look.
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