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When little Fred
—Was called to bed,
He always acted right;
—He kissed Mama,
—And then Papa,
And wished them all good-night.

—He made no noise,
—Like naughty boys,
But gently up the stairs
—Directly went,
—When he was sent,
And always said his prayers.
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