OLD MRS. CREAKLE
Old Mrs. Creakle, who lives by the mill. Has just lost her little black cat named Jill: Down by the chimney alone she sits, Waiting for the fairies to gather her wits. Old Mrs. Creakle they help with a will; Now r they come calling over the hill, “Old Mrs. Creakle, we’ll find Jill! Don’t worry, Mrs. Creakle, we’ll find Jill!” Old Mrs. Creakle, smiling in her sleep, Hears the fairies calling, quite forgets to weep; Now they have found Jill, fallen in a pit, Now the fairy ropes are out and fairy lanterns lit. Old Airs. Creakle, they help with a will . . . Hear them calling from over the hill. “Old Airs. Creakle, we’ve found Jill! Dear old Mrs. Creakle, here’s your Jill!” —Gloria Rawlinson, aged 11.
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Sun (Auckland), Volume III, Issue 874, 18 January 1930, Page 29
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130OLD MRS. CREAKLE Sun (Auckland), Volume III, Issue 874, 18 January 1930, Page 29
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