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Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Five Little Toes at Night

This little toe is tired,
This little toe needs rocking,
This little toe is sleepy you know,
But this little toe keeps talking,
This toe big and tall is the mischief of all,
For he made a great hole in his stocking.

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