Poem by Kate Greenaway

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In go-cart so tiny
	My sister I drew;
And I’ve promised to draw her
	The wide world through.

We have not yet started –
	I own it with sorrow – 
Because our trip’s always
	Put off till to-morrow.

1. Up You Go, Shuttlecocks, Ever So High!
2. Now, All of You, Give Heed unto
3. It Was Tommy Who Said
4. Street Show
5. Child’s Song

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