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On such a night, or such a night, Would anybody care If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its chair -- So quiet -- Oh how quiet, That nobody might know But that the little figure Rocked softer -- to and fro -- On such a dawn, or such a dawn -- Would anybody sigh That such a little figure Too sound asleep did lie For Chanticleer to wake it -- Or stirring house below -- Or giddy bird in orchard -- Or early task to do? There was a little figure plump For every little knoll -- Busy needles, and spools of thread -- And trudging feet from school -- Playmates, and holidays, and nuts -- And visions vast and small -- Strange that the feet so precious charged Should reach so small a goal! | 
