. The golden age of childhood . II He hollers out so awful loud,And, hanging down his back, He has what seems to be a crowdOf bad boys in a sack ; His clothes are always ragged,His face all over tan : I know hed like to capture me,That Big Rag Man! Iff Sister Sara Jane Most always, when one girls around And all the rest are boys,Why, she wont even stand a sound, Much less a bang-up noise ;But sister Sara Jane, you see, Is dif rent from the rest,For oftentimes shes whispered me That she likes boys the best. a. SHE COMES RIGHT OUT AND STAYS TILL NOON. PU&LIC LIBilAEY A5TOR, TILDBN FOUNDATION*B L
. The golden age of childhood . II He hollers out so awful loud,And, hanging down his back, He has what seems to be a crowdOf bad boys in a sack ; His clothes are always ragged,His face all over tan : I know hed like to capture me,That Big Rag Man! Iff Sister Sara Jane Most always, when one girls around And all the rest are boys,Why, she wont even stand a sound, Much less a bang-up noise ;But sister Sara Jane, you see, Is dif rent from the rest,For oftentimes shes whispered me That she likes boys the best. a. SHE COMES RIGHT OUT AND STAYS TILL NOON. PU&LIC LIBilAEY A5TOR, TILDBN FOUNDATION*B L II She has her dollies, just the same As other girls, oh, yes,She calls each by its proper name, And loves them all, I guess;But evry morning, just as soon As they are washed and dressed,She comes right out and stays tillnoon, A-playing with the rest. III If you could see her pitching in ! Why, none of us can runHalf fast as her, and we begin To have what you call funRight from the time she joins us, and Helps push things straight ahead ;gay—sister Sara Jane, /think, Should be a boy instead.
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