THE FAIR SEX
The little girl that climbs on your knee,
The fair young wife as sweet as can be,
The mother with first-born—oh, what joy!
The mother who loves her bearded boy,
The grandma who tells stories to all,
The children who are so very small,
The auntie who gives presents and sings,
The sister who does all sorts of things,—
Each one in place to brighten each spot:
You're lucky whenever she's of your lot.
So true and sweet, so gentle, and so
We're glad to know—she makes the world go.
The fair young wife as sweet as can be,
The mother with first-born—oh, what joy!
The mother who loves her bearded boy,
The grandma who tells stories to all,
The children who are so very small,
The auntie who gives presents and sings,
The sister who does all sorts of things,—
Each one in place to brighten each spot:
You're lucky whenever she's of your lot.
So true and sweet, so gentle, and so
We're glad to know—she makes the world go.
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