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Spencer, you might say to him,
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To which he would undoubtedly answer:
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I don't know, Dad, (disagreeable little boys like that always call their fathers
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Dad and stand with their feet wide apart and their hands in their pockets like girls playing boys' rôles on the stage)
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The Children's Hour
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Oh Grandpa, cries lovable Lester,
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Jack Frost has surprised us again, By condensing in crystal formation The vapor which clings to the pane!