A Christmas Spy When Poebe brought the wood and coal; To lay the fire, what did she see But Baby--dropped upon one knee And peering up the chimney-hole! She never turned her little head, With all its curly, yellow hair: I asked, "What are you doing there?" "Me look for Santa Taus!" she said. |
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