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Are really works of art,
They are dressed up to such a pitch
In frocks so fine and smart.

They do not have to take the charge
Of baby boys or girls;
No, they have dolls exceeding large
With silky, flaxen curls.

Ah, Mothers in Society,
Accept this reasoning sound;
Dolls far less troublesome would be
Than children bothering round.

FOURTH OF JULY

These boisterous boys, with bang and fizz,
They make such noisy noise;
But, then, perhaps the reason is,
They are such boysy boys.

The girls as well,--from early morn
They shoot and shoot and shoot;
And on a trumpet or a horn
They toot and toot and toot.

But you, whose locks are bleached by Time,
(Or by the Chemist's aid),
Heed my admonitory rhyme,
Nor join the gay parade.

THANKSGIVING-DAY

When Autumn brings around the day
Devoted to thanksgiving,
The children scream with laughter gay
For very joy of living.

And every sort of escapade
Receives their commendation;
But all agree a masquerade
Is best for celebration.

The boys and girls all swarm around
The crowd is hourly growing;
Straw hatted and grotesquely gowned,--
With tin horns loudly blowing.

But dear old dames with snowy puffs,
Tulle caps and Mechlin laces,
Don't scramble out and join the toughs
In boys' clothes and false faces.

ICE-CREAM

To Bob and Sue, who have ice-cream,
Life is a glowing, halcyon dream,
While Tom stands empty by;
And says, "Gee! fellers, ain't it prime?
Say, I had ice-cream too, one time,
And it was great! Oh, my!"

Ah, beaux and belles at rout or ball,
Does ice-cream on your palate pall?
Is it to you no treat?
You never ate it from the can,
Come, patronize the Ice-Cream Man,
Come down to Mulberry Street!

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