Children’s Verse
THE OLD STRING HAMMOCK I love my old string hammock—lazy thing! Enticing me from duty—in the spring, To rock beneath a lattice work of ; green, Where once the winter’s bare wet boughs have been. In summertime to laze with halfclosed eyes. And see delphiniums reared against the skies, The soft sweet scent of roses faintly : borne, Across a stretch of gently sloping lawn. I fear in me there hides some wayward elf, I weakly make excuses for myself. | There are the socks to darn—they : may be done, I argue, just as neatly in the sun. i But can I do my sewing? No, not I! Not when swift clouds are moving in the sky! Instead, I sigh with deep content and gently swing, I love my old string hammock—lazy thing ! QUEER ADVERTISEMENTS Lost: A bull by a farmer with one horn. I Found: A pen, by a man full of ink. Lost: A cardigan, by a girl with six buttons. Found: A puppy by a boy who yelps. —Sent by “Bidix.”
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Waikato Times, Volume 128, Issue 21371, 15 March 1941, Page 14
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173Children’s Verse Waikato Times, Volume 128, Issue 21371, 15 March 1941, Page 14
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