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is for Luck. Along the Lane comes the Chimney Sweep. Lugging his Load of brushes.

“Let me in. Lords and Ladies! I’ll Labor to Leave your chimneys clean. And it’s Lucky to shake the hand of a sweep.”

Miss Lark. Leaning over her gate. Lets him Lay a Little black spot upon her Lily-white finger. Then. Lifting the Admiral’s Large hand, he marks it so Lavishly with soot that it Looks Like a Leopard’s paw.

The children come Leaping into his arms and Lean their cheeks on his.

“I can guess what you want, my Larrikins! Let me Label you.”

He Lathers their arms and Legs with soot. “There! A black Lamb is a Lucky Lamb, all the Legends say.”

He gives Mary Poppins a Languishing smile as his hand Lingers on hers. “Your eyes are Like blue Lamps, my Love, and your Lips are Lotus blossoms.”

“Get along.” she says Loftily. “I’ve no time to Loiter.”

“Observe the Law.” says the Park Keeper. “No Litter to be Left in the Lane!”

But the Sweep just Looks at him and Laughs. “Listen. Fred. I don’t Leave Litter: I Leave Luck.”

And Lightly down the Park Keeper’s nose he draws a Long black Line.

“There! If you’ve got Luck, you Lack nothing. Learn that Lesson, Lad!”