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The Lullaby Boy
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The lullaby boy to the same old tune
Who abandons his drum and toys
For the purpose of dying in early June
Is the kind the public enjoys.

But, just for a change, please sing us a song,
Of the sore-toed boy that’s fly,
And freckled and mean, and ugly, and bad,
And positively will not die.