THE MIDDLE CHILD
The eldest child, it seems to me (If you could choose before you came), Is much the luckiest to be. You often got the nicest name; And, as you aro the biggest, you Don’t have to wear your sister’s things. You get first choioo of presents, too, First turn at skipping rope and swings. Then, to be youngest isn’t bad, For you get all you want at once, And if you cry, they’ro never mad, And you’re too small to be the dunce. But,,oh! if you’re a middle childly Tho big ones tell you “Go away!” The little ones play silly games That you aro much too big to play; You have—at least, I mean that I Have to wear Daphne’s grown-out things. I s’uose in Heaven, when I die, . Tliey’ll give mo Daphne's grown-out wings! —Thora Stowell.
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New Zealand Times, Volume XXXVI, Issue 8179, 22 July 1912, Page 5
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141THE MIDDLE CHILD New Zealand Times, Volume XXXVI, Issue 8179, 22 July 1912, Page 5
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