CHILDREN’S VERSES.

Waikato Times, Volume 109, Issue 18342, 30 May 1931, Page 16 (Supplement)

CHILDREN’S VERSES.

THE SICK DOLL.

KSent by ‘‘Red Rowan,” Gordonton.)

I’m going to the doctor; ' My dolly’s got a pain. I’ll ask him for a powder To make her well again. I took her to a party; • She’s eaten too much cake. She doesn’t sleep at bedtime, And keops mo wide awake. Her eyes are dull and sunken, Her cheeks are thin and white; No wonder, when the darling Has had no sleep at night. I’m really very worried; She’s looking dread’ffly sick; , I hope he’ll do his be3t for her' Aud make her better, qulolc. A BOY'S SONG. - (Sent by “Biddy," Frankton.) Where .the pools are bright.‘and deep, Where the grey trout lies asleep, V Up the river arid o’er the lea, That’s the way for Billy and me'/ Where the blaokblrd sings the-latest, Where the hawthorn. blooms the sweetest, ■ Where the nestlings chirp and flee, • That’s the way for Billy and me. Where the mower mows the cleanest, Where the hay lies thick and greenest, There to track the homeward bee, That’s the way for Billy and me. Where the hazel bank Is steepest, Where the shadow falls the deepest, Where the clustering nuts fall free,; That’s the way for Billy and me. Why the boys should drive away Little sweet maidens from the play, Or love to banter and light so well, That’s the thing 1 never oould tell. But this I know, I love to play,: Through the meadow, among the hay, Up the water and o’er the lea, That’s the way for Billy and. me. y ■ ■ : rrr . 'x:; ’■ : ’. ‘ . .... . / -

THE HAWTHORN AND THE ACORN.

(Sent by “Cherry,” 15, Hamilton,)

An aoorn lay near a hawthorn’s root, A tiny thing of no repute; It lay half hid In the long tall grass, A little unseemly thing it was. The hawthorn looked, with a h&ughty , - ' air,' - i , Down at the aoorn lying there; And thus the hawthorn upbraided it,, With its poor, sneering, and haughty •• wit. • “ Poor little acorn,” >' the hawthorn • v said, V " Lying there in thy cold, damp bed; What a poor, tiny thing you ? are, And no one heeds you lying there— The traveller tramples on thy face, And then you are so devoid of grace'; You’re the smallest thing on the ' forest ground, There.is nothing so little all around. The acorn spoke not, but liy quite still, .. And bore all that scorn with an 'humble will;' ' , / The hawthorn still kept a haughty ’ ■ air, • '■ , t ' \ .■ t And waved Its branches proud and’ • fair. - . .i ' * ‘ But the aoorn grew to a little tree'r— . • And stood erect as it oould be; Then leaves came on it, so bright and green, -And it put on a fair and stately mien.' And it grew, and it grew, till it stood . '"quite tall, ;; .> In the forest wide, it was higher than all; Yes, it became a great .oak-tree — The king, of the-\ forest, and fair to ■• _ ’ see. ■ ■ . '• • v k Then it towered above the hawthorn Tar,. ■ ; Which put on now a less haughty air; And it said to the hawthorn, " You see me now? -v • I was the acorn that lay so .low,-*’*.