WHY?

Temuka Leader, Volume I, Issue 70, 17 August 1878, Page 3

WHY ?

MYOS WHY. Mamma, wliy is it that the sun Shines only in the day ? Wiiy docs he shine so nice and warm When he’s so far away ? Why are the stars so very large ? Each one looks like Ja spark. Why does the moon shine when its light And never when its dark ? Why are the summers always warm ? The winters always cold ? Why is it that each year gnust die When only one year old 1 And why can’t little children be As big as their papas ? And when I ask you questions, uiil, Why do you say “ Because 1” Why is it, mamma, when it rains, So cloudy in the sky 1 I’d like to know ’bout lots of things The really reason why. mamma’s why. Myo, why is it little boys Can never walk down stairs, But sliding down the railings so Necessitate repairs 1 Why will they walk upon their knees

And make such dreadful holes? Why do their hands so often look As if tney shovelled coals 1 Why are their pockets full of nails, And stones, and iron rings ? Why is it their delight to see The chairs festooned with strings ? Why a,re their faces seldom clean ? Their clothes oft stained with dirt ? And carl you tell me why it is

That kisses cure a hurt ? Why are small hands so mischievous, Touching forbidden things, Turning the hands in papa’s watch, Or wearing mamma’s rings 1 Playing with matches or with lire, Or picking at the pie. Or hiding grandpa’s spectacles In some snug place so sly ? And why can’t little boys stand still 1 Why will they chase the cat ? Why do they never shut the door, Or hang up coat or hat ? Why is it when mamma is ill They make unusual noise 1 And why in spite of naughty tricks, Mammas love little bovs !