MOTHER’S LAP

New Zealand Tablet, 7 December 1911, Page 2501

MOTHER’S LAP

iiAv/i junr When I’m a little tired of play, And have put all my toys away, And do not want to take a nap, I go and climb, on mother’s lap'.' And ask her if she will not tell The stories that I love so well— Of all she used to do When she was little, too. And she tells me all the stories I like best Of times so long ago, so long, ago— About my aunts and uncles and the rest And the funny things they used to do, you know How the soldiers came and asked for food one day, When my grandma and my grandpa were away, And how she and Uncle Ned Hid the silver in the bed. And how Uncle Jack Went to India and back, How my Aunt Jane put the gander down the well, And my Aunt Maria knew, but wouldn’t tell. How the gipsies stole my Uncle Ned, and how He meant to kill a crow, and shot tho cow. How one day my Aunt Maria Took my little Aunt Sophia, A-wading in the brook, And the awful cold she took. And how my Uncle Ned Painted grandma’s carriage red, And the things that grandma said. Oh, I love to hear her talk that way, you know Of times so long ago, so long, ago— When she was little, too, _ And of all she used to do. And it’s better than a story, for it’s true.