Seek as ye do seek, and ya shall na find
Seek na as ya would, an they shall turn to the ground
Pretty little laughters, gamboling bright
Sprightly long-ed shadows, they only hide from yar sight
Close ya eyes, and sing a tune, drink ya tea, and dance to tha moon
Listen between steps, pitter-patterings of little feetsies
Listen between notes, tha warble and yawn of teensie voisies
Following ya now, up tha table jump
Hoppin an a skippin o'er each pot an cuppa laid
Singin Strong, Ya voice a string
To pull tha babes to ya table 'o Spring
Just as ya must now, leap so far
An leave those sweets in the marmalade jar
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