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AMONG the sights of London Town
Which little visitors wish to view, The Tower stands first, and its great renown
Has, you will notice, attracted Prue.
At a well-known spot, to Miss Prue's surprise, Some fine old ravens are strutting about.
[f upon the picture a glance you cast, You will know the ravens next time, no doubt.
The red-coated guard who's watching here
Is called a Beefeater—fancy that! \nd Prue discovers, as she draws near,
A child by his side who is round and fat.
' Father and Mother, pray come here," In tones so pleasant, laughs lively Prue:
' You've shown me things that are odd and queer, A Beefeater's baby I'll show you!"
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