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LITTLE JANE LOOMING

There was a little girl, and her name was Jane Looming; She had a bad habit of fussing- and fuming. She bothered her mother the whole livelong day, Saying “What shall I do now?” and “What shall I play?” Her kitten would play with a dead leaf or feather; Her dog would lie thinking for hours together. But Jane, though she owned simply dozens of toys, Just hung around making a small whining noise. She hung on the curtains; she flipped up the shade. It really was trying, the bother she made. She ran to the kitchen, a-clippety-clatter,

And there pushed the spoon in the bowl full of batter. She clutched at it wildly, but poor Jane, instead, She pulled the whole bowl upside down on her head! Just then Nora found her, and had such a scare; She sat right flat down where there wasn’t a chair. And bath after bath little Jane had to take; But the worst of it was she had ruined the cake. And now she just visits the kitchen to say:

“If I can’t help you, Nora, I’ll go right away.” For Jane has decided it’s really more fun To do something helpful that ought to be done. “When I bother my mother, by fussing and fuming, I bother myself, too,” says little Jane Looming.

INCONSIDERATE The grown-ups may be very grand. But children they don’t understand; I wonder if they think at all Of how they felt when they were small! Did Daddy think it most unfair To have to give the comfy chair To visitors who came to tea? fFor that’s what happens, now, to me.) Did Mother have to go to bed Leaving a story half-unread? And was she made to “go a walk” When it was cold, and have to talk To silly people in the street, Just like the ones I always meet? And when I ask her. Mother says: “ ’Twas much more strict in my young days!” That may be so—still, they could be Much more considerate to me! LITTLE GREY MOUSE Little grey mouse, don’t run away. They've left me alone, and I want to play; Please me take your tiny paw. And visit your family under the floor.

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Sun (Auckland), Volume I, Issue 246, 7 January 1928, Page 25

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LITTLE JANE LOOMING Sun (Auckland), Volume I, Issue 246, 7 January 1928, Page 25

LITTLE JANE LOOMING Sun (Auckland), Volume I, Issue 246, 7 January 1928, Page 25

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