I recollect a nurse call'd Ann,
Who carried me about the grass,
And one fine day a fine young man
Came up, and kissed the pretty lass.
She did not make the least objection!
Thinks I, "Aha!
When I can talk I'll tell Mamma"
— And that's my earliest recollection.
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Sounds just like a little one
Forgetting which side their bread is buttered on...mac
Cute as the kid I bet. Makes one remember--Love this little ditty. -
Great
I love this poem.
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Excellent
A splendid little poem. Succinct. -
Not so 'terrible' I should think...
I want to to assume the "fine young man" was his father.
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