Dorothy Aldis (Дороти Олдис)

Little

I am the sister of him
And he is my brother
He is too little for us
To talk to each other.

So every morning I show him
My doll and my book,
But every morning he still is
Too little to look. 

1. Night and Morning
2. Somersault
3. The Picnic
4. See, I Can Do It
5. The Dragon Fly

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