To A Friend
Well, Lizzie Anderson! seventeen men-and
The baby hard to find a father for!
What will the good Father in Heaven say
To the local judge if he do not solve this problem?
A little two-pointed smile and-pouff!-
The law is changed into a mouthful of phrases.
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