THE HOTTENTOT MOON STORY 



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" Baby-kin, Baby-kin, down far below, 

 I hear thee calling, yet I cannot go." 



But Lady Moon sendeth thee soft, shining rays. 

 " Moon loves the Baby," the Moonlight says. 



In her house dark and blue though she must stay, 

 Kindly she will w r atch thee, till dawns the new 



day. From FKOEBEL. 



THE HOTTENTOT 

 MOON STORY 



THE little Hottentot 

 boy lives in Africa. 



He has a skin as 

 brown as your leather 

 school bag, 



Instead of washing 

 his face, he smears it 

 with grease to make it 

 shine. 



His lips are thick and 

 his nose is flat. 



No comb could pass through 

 the black, woolly curls on his 

 head. 



