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Bliss)
Steaming hot, bitter
Sweet powder and then a stir
A hug in a cup
Smile)
If you would just smile
My heart would melt and you could
Drink it with a straw
Hope)
Hope, that feathered bird
In its gilded cage sings of
The outside, blue sky
Bubbly)
Always a joy bright
Little child full of wonder
Laughing wild always
Fruitful)
Go forth, multiply
For the Lord God hath said it
Each child a present
