Ball.

A poem by Kate Greenaway

One two, is one to you:
One two three, is one to me.
Throw it fast or not at all,
And mind you do not let it fall.

Fairy Blue Eyes
And Fairy Brown,
And dear little Golden Curls,
Look down.
I say "Good-bye"
"Good-bye" with no pain
Till some happy day
We meet again!

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