LITTLE GRACE POOLE
There was a little girl And her name was Grace Poole. She just never could Pay attention in school. While the others were learning Their lessons each day. Grace Poole sat there dreaming The hours away. When the teacher said, “Grace. You maj* stand now and read,” Grace simply looked foolish And paid her no heed. She gazed at the ceiling With wide, vacant eye. And thought, “Oh. what fun If I could only fly! “I’d fly to the window And out in the air. And the people below Would all point up and stare. “I’d wave at my friends As I floated about. But I wouldn’t come down Till I knew school was out.” So Grace sat and thought Of these marvellous actions While getting low marks In her spelling and fractions. She soon went to sleep And saw in her dream A little soft cloud Just like fluffy whipped cream. And “Wheel” thought young Grace, “There’s a nice place to jump,” When, bang! ... on the floor She awoke with a thump. The children all giggled As Grace said aloud. While she gasped with surprise. “That’s a pretty hard cloud!” And ever since then Grace has listened in school. And has tried not to dream—• As a general rule.
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Sun (Auckland), Volume 1, Issue 116, 6 August 1927, Page 27
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