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Come children all, f
Both great and small, With eager eye and ear, Who dwell afar or near In hope that some day you'll contrive To view great London's busy hive, And hear the mighty hum of bees At work alike in sun or shower, While butterflies beneath the trees Flit idly by from flower to flower In parks and gardens bright and gay: Come,—climb Saint Paul's with us to-day, And with this book in hand, Upon the Dome we-ll stand, And thence look down O'er London Town.
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