TRA-LA-LA, TRA-LA-LA - Anna Laetitia Barbauld Poems


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       He had made up a little hum that very morning, as he was doing his
Stoutness Exercises in front of the glass: Tra-la-la, tra-la-la, as he
stretched up as high as he could go, and then Tra-la-la, tra-la--oh,
help!--la, as he tried to reach his toes. After breakfast he had said it
over and over to himself until he had learnt it off by heart, and now he was
humming it right through, properly. It went like this:

Tra-la-la, tra-la-la,
Tra-la-la, tra-la-la,
Tiddle-iddle, tiddle-iddle,
Tiddle-iddle, tiddle-iddle,