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Your yosey cheeks were nets to fade, Oose blush bedan to do; And now I'm welly much aflaid Oose lost oose big yight toe.

Oose hair is dyed, an' all is done, Oose ears are in oose neck; An' so my Dolly, darling one, Oo is a fearful weck.

I held oo to the fire one day To make oose body warm; And melted oose poor nose away— And then oo lost oose form.

Oose left leg is no longer left, Oose yight arm's left oo too; And of your charm oo is beyeft, And no doll tums to woo!

Yen some yude boy, to my surplise, Said oo had dot a stwint; And yen he painted both oose eyes And wapped oo up in lint.