Then my little brother Lewy,
The branch of willow bringing,
Sends all the naughty frowns away,
By waving it and singing:

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"A, B, C, D, E, F, G;
How many wrinkles are there? One, two, three!
We'll send them all off quickly, or they'll climb up to your hair,
And then to-morrow morning you'll have lots of tangles there."

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Sometimes our little Lewy
Loses all his pretty smiles;
He says they're very far away;
At least a hundred miles.
He looks as sober as a judge,
As stately as a king,
As solemn as a parson and
As still as anything.
And then our little Bertie,
The witching willow bringing,
Sends all the smiles safe home again,
By waving it and singing:

"I want to buy a smile, sir, if you have some about;
I'll draw this leaf across your lips, and that will bring them out.
And if you cannot spare me one, just let me take a half.