Текст оригинала на английском языке Our Club We're going to have the mostest fun! It's going to be a club; And no one can belong to it But Dot and me and Bub. We thought we'd have a Reading Club, But couldn't 'cause, you see, Not one of us knows how to read-- Not Dot nor Bub nor me. And then we said a Sewing Club, But thought we'd better not; 'Cause none of us knows how to sew-- Not me nor Bub nor Dot. And so it's just a Playing Club, We play till time for tea; And, oh, we have the bestest times! Just Dot and Bub and me. |
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