If
no one ever marries me,—
And
I don't see why they should,
For
nurse says I'm not pretty,
And
I'm seldom very good—
If
no one ever marries me
I
shan't mind very much;
I
shall buy a squirrel in a cage,
And
a little rabbit-hutch:
I
shall have a cottage near a wood,
And
a pony all my own,
And
a little lamb quite clean and tame,
That
I can take to town:
And
when I'm getting really old,—
At
twenty-eight or nine—
I
shall buy a little orphan-girl
And
bring her up as mine.
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