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THE BUTTERFLY KISS The butterfly kiss is the latest thing Our little girl's learned somewhere; She ran out to meet me and left her swing- The sun on her tousled hair- And with her wee hands held up, so, said she, Her golden head held like this, And her blue eyes dancing, alight with glee: "Who 'ants a butterfly tiss?"
"Wants a which?" I gasped, as I stooped down low, "A which did you say, my sweet?" But before I reached her,I was so slow, Her happy and dancing feet Had carried her out of my reach again- If heaven is much like this I know I shall like it! She laughed, and then Told me: "A butterfly tiss."
Then I laughed and told her: "You mischief, you! You bundle of rowdy-dow! Whatever it is you may bet I do! Come! Give it to daddy now!" So she drew near on her dancing feet- If heaven is much like this- But I've said that once! But she was so sweet!- And gave a butterfly kiss.
We each held our breath and we snuggled tight; Then she, with a little squeak, And the littlest wiggle of pure delight Put her eye against my cheek- And then it happened! Now what do You think? She squinched her eye up, like this, And against my cheek I could feel her wink; And that's "A butterfly tiss."
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