Lament of a Little Girl.
My brother Will he used to be The nicest kind of girl; He wore a little dress like me, And had his hair in curl. We played with dolls and tea-sets then, And every kind of toy, But all these good old times arc gone— Will turned into a boy. Mamma has made him little suits With pockets in his pants, .find cut off all his yellow curls £nd sent them to his aunts ; • And Will he was so pleased I believe He almost jumped with joy ; But I must own 1 didn't like Will's turn into a boy. And now he plays with horrid tops I don't know how to spin, And marbles that I try to shoot, But never bit or win ; And leap-frog—l can't give a " back," Like Charley, Frank, and Boy— Oil ! no one knows how bad I feel Since Will has turned a boy. I have to wear frocks just the same, And now they're mostly white; I have to sit and just ba good, While Will can climb and fight; But I must keep my dresses nice And wear my hair in curl, And worst, oh ! worsteat thing of all, I have to stay a girl!
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Oamaru Mail, Volume XXII, Issue 6792, 18 January 1897, Page 1
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