Twinkle,
twinkle little star,
How
I wonder who you are;
Dancing
on the stage so bright,
Where
I see you every night,
Weeks
have passed, and with them too,
Has
my cash all gone with you.
Twinkle,
twinkle little star,
Now
I know just who you are.
July
25, 1895
Pub.
in
“Frolic”, N.Y.
Feb.
10, ‘96
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