My dear little brother, I once said.
Whats ever the matter? Whats going on in that head?
He looked at me with longing eyes
Then towards the skies, this was his reply;
Im in love! My heart is all a flutter,
Im in love with the girl that delivers the butter!
My dear little brother you are only ten.
Their is pleanty of time to fall in in love again.
I shook my head and laughinly said.
Come now its time for bed.
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