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DOWN THE STAIR Touslehead has wriggled from Every stitch she erst did wear! Pitty-pat her bare feet come, Through the hall and down the stair; There is mischief in her eyes, There's a dimple in her cheek, As she thinks of the surprise Of the ones she goes to seek. She has pulled the ribbon bows From her golden yellow locks; She has wriggled from her clothes, From her dress and tiny socks; And along the halls she steals, Peeping, pausing everywhere, Twinkling toes and twinkling heels, Dimpled cheek and tousled hair. She has doffed the ribbon bows, Shiny ribbon blue and wide, And now where would you suppose She has got those ribbons tied? On her ankles! Yes, indeed! on her ankles, and they flare! Who on earth would think that she'd Think to tie her ribbons there? Like a baby Mercury She tiptoes adown the stair; Dimpled cheek and dimpled knee, Blue of eyes and gold of hair; Ribbons on her ankles tied- Flaring upward like blue wings- Blue and satiny and wide; Baby quips are funny things! Naked as the day she came "Out of nowhere into here," What knows she of clothes or shame? She is happy, she's a dear! Tippytoe adown the stair, Like a fairy born of June; Eyes of blue and tousled hair; We'll be frightened pretty soon!
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