SUCH IS LIFE

New Zealand Tablet, Volume XXXVI, Issue 25, 25 June 1908, Page 37

SUCH IS LIFE

She could sing and she could play, She could dance from night till day, She could while the hours away, So 'tis said ; She could skate and she could paint, She could play the patron saint, But she couldn't and she wouldn't Make a bed.

She could walk eight miles a day, And play tennis charmingly, Flirting in a saucy way, Little Scamp ! She could' drive and play baseball, She could make a stylish call, But .she couldn't and she wouldn't

Clean a lamp. She could swim and she could row, She could always have a beau, And I'm sure that we all know

That she was shy. She could laugii and she could prance, She could play a game of chance, But she couldn't and she wouldn't

Make a pie. She could etch and write a book, She could varnish with a look ; She could win by hook or crook , I confess. She could scold and she could flout, She could cry and she could pout, But she couldn't and she wouldn't

Make a dress.

She could talk of church affairs, But knew naught of household cares ; Still I'm sure that none compares With sweet Nan. Even if she couldn't bake Bread and pies and angel cake, She enraptured and she captured A rich man !