I came to live in Sophia Street,
In a little house in Sophia Street
With an inch of floor
Between door and door
And a yard you'd measure in children's feet.
When I'd been ten days in Sophia Street
I remembered its name was Wisdom Street;
For I'd learned much more
Than in all the score
Of years I clamoured for books to eat.
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- Into Old Rhyme
- Now I'Ve Been Three Days
- Little Ships
- O Little Plum Tree In The Garden, You'Re