LITTLE RHYMES FOR LITTLE PEOPLE

Timaru Herald, Volume CXXXVIII, Issue 19953, 10 November 1934, Page 13

LITTLE RHYMES FOR LITTLE PEOPLE

BOOTS, BOOTS, BOOTS!

"Yvonne,” said Mr Centipede, To his petite little, neat little wife, “I’ve thought and thought About summer sport, And I think I’d like to hike.” “You shall,” said Mrs Centipede, “We’ll pop to the shop if it’s fine. But the shopman sighed When the hikers cried: “A hundred pairs of boots size nine! -—Phyllis Fitz Gerald. FINK IT’S STRANGE, DON’T YOU? Have you seen him? Here he comes! Now he walks, and now he runs; When I stop, why, he stops, too. Fink it’s rather strange, don’t you? Only when the lights are low Does he come and haunt me so; Follows me from room to room, In and out the awful gloom. Nurse says it belongs to me, “Just your shadow, don’t you see?” If that belongs to me—Ooo—Ooo! Fink it’s rather strange, don’t you? If the shadow’s really mine. He ought to be there all the time, And surely I could pick him up As I do Dismal Dan, the pup. Still he comes and still he goes; True, he has my sort of nose! Has my clothes and hat on, too! Still, I fink it’s strange, don’t you? (Sent by Frances Miller, Rangitata).