A BABY is the best to love,
She always smiles when you draw near,
Though ugly you may be of face,
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I have to live with myself and so
I want to be fit for myself to know.
I want to be able as days go by,
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The crowded street his playground is, a patch of blue his sky;
A puddle in a vacant lot his sea where ships pass by:
Poor little orphan boy of five, the city smoke and grime
Taint every cooling breeze he gets throughout the summer time;
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How's the little chap to know
Just the proper roads to go
If you never travel with him
While he's little, hand in hand?
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I would rather see a Mason, than hear one any day,
I would rather one would walk with me than merely show the way.
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‘TIS friendship's test to guard the name
Of him you love from all attack,
As you are to his face, the same
To be when you're behind his back.
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He has not served who gathers gold,
Nor has he served, whose life is told
In selfish battles he has won,
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I've trod the links with many a man,
And played him club for club;
'Tis scarce a year since I began
And I am still a dub.
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There was a bear — his name was Jim,
An' children weren't askeered of him,
An' he lived in a cave, where he
Was confortubbul as could be,
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The saddest sort of death to die
Would be to quit the game called life
And know, beneath the gentle sky,
You'd lived a slacker in the strife.
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