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MATERNAL INSTINCT.

I wonder what my papa means By calling me Miss Fidget? A silly goose That has no use— A truoblesome young midget. He says I always "ought to laughfc ; Good little girls are jolly." What would he do If he— boo— hool--Had tored his little dolly ? He saya my dolly's nothing but A lot of ripa and creases — That all combined Could never find One-half the missing pieces. And mamma told me if it was : Made out of iron and leather It wouldn't stay More than a day Securely held together. 1 know its nose and ears are gone, It has one leg left only ; A great big crack Is in its back, And one eye looks so lonely. Its face grows blacker every day It's never tidy, never ; And if I rub And scour and scrub It makes it worse than ever. They want to know what makes me keep The " nasty thing" about me, Why, don't they see It's fond of me, And couldn't do without me ? ■ Now, does it matter much to them How sick and cross I may be ? I'm not afraid Mamma would trade Me for another baby. — Chas. M. Sntder,

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Otago Witness, Issue 1933, 7 December 1888, Page 35

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MATERNAL INSTINCT. Otago Witness, Issue 1933, 7 December 1888, Page 35

MATERNAL INSTINCT. Otago Witness, Issue 1933, 7 December 1888, Page 35