CHILDREN’S VERSES

Waikato Times, Volume 122, Issue 20510, 28 May 1938, Page 25 (Supplement)

CHILDREN’S VERSES

THE DANDELION The dandelion with jagged leaf Has lost its yellow moon. I like to curl the tasty stem, And sail the white balloon. (Sent by Highland Queen.) BOATS BAIL ON THE RIVERS Boats sail on the rivers. And ships sail on the seas, But the bow that bridges heaven Is prettier far than these. There €re bridges on the rivers As pretty as you please, But the bow that bridges heaven And overtops the trees, And builds a road from earth to sky Is prettier far than these. MY GOOBE He is my goose By train he came. And Henry is his funny name. 1 always thought It would be fine To own a goose— And Henry’s mine. He really is a pretty sight, ITis feathers are so smooth and white. A NAUGHTY GIRL I wish I were not half so wild, I wish-I were not rude, So each night when I go to bed I pray, " God, make me good.” I fear God does not hear my prayer, For when I wake next day I think of all the naughty things And pranks that I can play. My mummy keeps on telling me That I must mend my ways, But now I ask you, “What could 1 Do all these drawn-out days?” But when I am a great big girl I don’t want to be rude, So perhaps I’d better try And practise being good. —E.M.

SHOPPING When I go to buy my shoes, I always buy them by the twos. But when I go to buy a hat, Just one i 9 all I need of that. You see my feet need two shoes, But one head Is all one hat can use. BUMMER AND WINTER What a happy world this was Before the winter came! Now it’s only sleet and snow, And thunderbolts and rain. What a dreary world this was Before the summer came! Now it is all happiness, And sunshine again. (Copied). Sent by Highland Queen. THE ROMANCER When I was Queen of Sheba Six thousands years ago, 1 had twenty dozen peacocks That struted to and fro About my marble palaces; I’d horses by the score, And everyone was envious of the dresses that 1 wore. I had a dozen chariots, and slaves to wait on me. 1 never washed the dishes then, or had to gtt the tea. When I was Queen of Sheba, In gold and diamond crown, My jewels and tiaras Were things of great renown. I’d crates and crates of money, stacked up like a hill, And always said, " Oh, keep the change! ” When I paid the butcher's bill. I’d wave my golden sceptre For I was Sheba's Queen. Oh, dear, I've let the onions burn—■ There's sure to be a scene— It’s really most degrading. Such a catastrophe. For I was Queen of Sheba once, And no one knows but mp.