Baby Bye
Baby bye,
Here’s a fly,
Let us watch him
You and I.
There he crawls,
Up the walls;
Yet he never falls.
Would you think
With six such leg
You or I could walk on eggs?
There he goes
On his toes
Tickling baby’s nose!
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