Children’s Verse

Waikato Times, Volume 127, Issue 21176, 27 July 1940, Page 14 (Supplement)

Children’s Verse

WINTER THOUGHTS Winter is here, The trees stand bare; It often snows. The cold wind blows, The nights are dark. Jack Frost comes out, He paints the windows And bites our toes, But where he goes Nobody knows. GIFTS FOR ALL In the Brownies’ bran tub Won’t you dip your hand? You may find a tiny doll. Or a bracelet grand, P’raps you’ll get a whistle. Bag of sweets, or ball. In the Brownies’ bran tub There are gifts for all.

DEAR MRS PUSS You look so sweet, dear Mrs Puss, In a bonnet gay, I Don’t look so cross, I’ve nearly done, j Oh! Please don’t run away. j Oh! Mrs Puss, you are so bad To run away from me, Why you should not like dressing up j Is more than I can see. i LITTLE TIN SOLDIER My little tin soldier Has sailed away Down Avon River While we were at play. Down Avon River, Past Avon Mill, The waters will bear him, He cannot be still. In the rush of waters That go to the sea, In the dark and the dew He’ll be crying for me. Mermaids will find him And bear him away— My poor little soldier! Deep under the bay. HER ANSWER It was an easy question, and Margie j thought it so— An easy one to answer, as anyone I would know! She smiled ami smiled again as it i hung upon the wall; “ In going to school, what do you like the very best of all?” Then grew a little sober as she began to write, With wrinkles on her forehead, and lips a little tight. She wrote her answer carefully, with look so grave and wise— She minded all her capitals, and dotted all her i’s. She crossed her t’s precisely; she smiled a little more At all the pleasant images the pleasant question bore. “ Of all the merry, laughing hours, and all the joyous play, The think I like the best of all in I school —a holiday.”