Selected Poetry.

Cromwell Argus, Volume I, Issue 8, 29 December 1869, Page 2

Selected Poetry.

THE CHATTERBOX. , I*VK a woe bib lassie, scarce three years old, | With bonny blue eyes and locks of gold ; Spry as a squirrel, sly as a fox, , And wo’vo christened our darling Chatterbox. When the world awakens to its cares 1 hear her footsteps on the stairs, Hugging her doll, singing har rhymes, v Puttering, chattering, up she climbs. " , ■ ? Farewell musing and farewell rest, The wee dove comes to the parent nest, Tattling, prattling, she laughs and knocks—- “ Ope the door,” calls' Chatterbox. Coffee and eggs; toast and tea, A little voice claims them all from me—- “ Me wants that, and me wants this,” Onr wee girl is a saucy miss. i “ Me wants this, and me wants that, Daddy seizes shoes and lint: Ten minutes late, by watches and clocks ! { And all through iifctlc Chatterbox, ki Summer or winter frost or rain, \ As 1 leave I look to the window- pane, With a laughing lip and a loving eye Chatterbox nods to cay good-bye. Throughout the day, with fun and noise, My wee pet romps with kit and toys ; Or, tricked up oddly, plays Guy Fawkes : She’s a comical puss, my Chatterbox ! Or, with the old sword-belt and disused plume, A volunteer, she struts the room ; Or sets up shop with fancied wares. And sells invisible plums and pears. Swallows gathering for a flight, Rooks retiring for a night, Starlings gossiping in flocks, Have tongues like ray wee Chatterbox. Clack, clack ! like the wheels of a mill. Or a pony clattering down a bill : “’Tis enough to make one mad or ill— My darling girl, can yon never be still?” Stop the sea as it flow-s up the sand, Stop tho wind witli a wave of your hand, Stop the river that runs on the rocks, * But I defy you to atop my Chatterbox. May Heaven preserve from year to year The daughter that we hold so dear, The blue-eyed pet with golden locks—. Our darling, noisy Chatterbox. *