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Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Five Little Fingers

This is the baby who doesn’t do a thing,
This is the lady who loves to wear a ring,
This is their big sister, this is another,
And this stout thumb is their great sturdy brother.

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