OUR POETRY

Taranaki Daily News, 11 June 1932, Page 16 (Supplement)

OUR POETRY

THE HOOP. (Sent by Mona Hucker.) Granny gave me a threepenny bit, I bought a threepenny hoop, with it, Which I took out one summer day , But, tiresome thing, it ran away. Across the lawn and down the lane, Over the bridge and back again It tripped up people, knocking dogs down, And I ran after it, round the town. But onlv caught it again once more, Just as it stopped at our hall-door. IN FAIRY TOWN. (Sent by Ivy Cole.) There was a little fairy house With little fairy doors, And little fairy carpets Were on their fairy floors. Each tiny room Was fitted with a suite, And the fairies e'en had a fairy fire To warm their tiny feet. They did love sitting on their mushrooms, Looking down the dell, Where all their fairy shops were, And their tiny friends did dwell. THE LARK. (Sent by Erlin Pennington.) As the night was coming dark, 1 saw a tiny little lark;. It flew right over the hills so far, And settled on a big brown bar.

All of a sudden I heard a snap, . I found it was caught in a great big

trap; I put it in a little box, And buried it under ou. hollyhocks.

SANTA CLAUS AND THE MOUSE.

(Sent by Edna Whiting.) One Christmas Eve, when Santa Claus Came to a certain house, To fill the children’s stockings there, He found a little mouse.

"A merry Xmas, little friend!” Said Santa, good and kind, “The same to you, sir!” said the mouse, "I thought you wouldn’t mind

If I should stay awake to-night, And watch yon for a while.” 'You’re very welcome, little mouse,” Said Santa with a smile*

And then he filled the stockings iip, Before the mouse could wink; From’ too to top, from top to toe, There wasn’t left a chink.

“Now they won’t hold another thing,” said Santa Claus with pride, A twinkle came in mouse’s eyes, But humbly he replied;

“It’s not polite to contradict—■ Your pardon I implore; But, in the fullest stocking there, I could put one thing more.” "Oh, ho!” laughed -Santa, “silly

mouse! Don’t I know how to pack? By filling stockings all these years, I should have learned the knack.”

And then he took the stocking down, From where it hung so high, And said, “Now put in one thing moie, I give you leave to try.” .

The mouse chuckled to himself, And then he softly stole, Right to the stocking’s crowded toe, And gnawed a little hole.

“Now if you please, good Santa Clous, I’ve put in one thing more; For, you will own, that little hole Was not in there before.”

How Santa Claus did laugh and laugh. And then he gaily spoke, “Well, you shall have a Christmas cheese For that nice little joke!”