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"A", You're Adorable (alfabetull)
A Little Boy and A Little Girl (shall/will)

 

Mail Myself to You

I'm gonna wrap myself in paper,
I'm gonna daub myself with glue;
I'll stick some stamps on top of my head,
And mail myself to you!

I'm gonna tie me up with red string,
I'm gonna use blue ribbons too;
I'm gonna climb up in the mailbox,
And mail myself to you!

When you find me in your mailbox,
Cut the string and pull me out;
Wash the glue off of my fingers,
And put some bubble gum in my mouth!

Take me out of my wrapping paper,
Wash the stamps off of my head;
Fill me full of ice cream,
And put me in a nice warm bed!

 

"A" you're adorable

"A" you're adorable, "B" you're so beautiful,
"C" you're a cutie full of charms.

"D" you're a darling and "E" you're exciting
And "F" you're a feather in my arms.

"G" you look good to me, "H" you're so heavenly,
"I" you're the one I idolize.

"J" we're like Jack and Jill, "K" you're so kissable,
"L" is the love light in your eyes.

"M" "N" "O" "P" 
I could go on all day.
"Q" "R" "S" "T" 
Alphabetically speaking, 
You're OK.

"U" made my life complete, "V" means you're very sweet,
"W" "X" "Y" "Z..."
It's fun to wander through the alphabet with you
To tell you what you mean to me.

 

What are Little Girls Made of?

What Are Little Girls Made of?
What Are Little Girls Made of?
Sugar and spice, and all that’s nice, 
And that’s what little girls are made of!

What are little boys made of?
What are little boys made of?
Snakes and snails, and puppy-dogs tails,
And that’s what little boys are made of!

 

Baby Face

Baby Face, you've got the cutest little Baby Face,
There's not another one could take your place
Baby Face, my poor heart is jumping;
You sure have started something!

Baby Face, I'm up in heaven 
When I'm in your fond embrace,
I didn't need a shove 'cause I just fell in love
With your pretty Baby Face!

 

Daisy, Daisy

Daisy, Daisy,
Give me your answer due.
I’m half crazy,
All for the love of you.
It won’t be a stylish marriage.
I can’t afford a carriage.
But you’ll look sweet,
Upon the seat,
Of a bicycle built for two.