CHILDREN’S VERSES.

Waikato Times, Volume 114, Issue 18986, 1 July 1933, Page 16 (Supplement)

CHILDREN’S VERSES.

BLEBBED ARE THE HOME-MAKERS. How blessed are the home-makers, Whose Job It Is to stay, And do the tiny, trifling tasks Day after dreary day. Who get up coals and sweep the steps And light the kitchen Are, Making a lyric of their lives To suit an angers lyre. Yes, blessed arc those royal souls Who work in any weather, Who rise up early every day To keep a home together. —Sent by Marjory George. Copied.

A PIPER. A piper in the streets to-day. Set up and tuned, and started to play; And away, away, away on the tide, Of his music we started; on every side Doors and windows were opened wide, And men left their work and came, And women with petticoats coloured like flame; And bare little feet that were blue with cold, Went dancing back to the age of gold; •\nd all the world went gay, went gay, For half-an-hour ln the street to-day. (Sent by “Robin Hood."),

THE VENTURESOME CHICKS. A speckled hen her brood would call, Such yellow, downy things; Thirteen there were (she’d hatched them all), With tiny legs and wings.

The mother’s heart was full of pride, To see her young ones grow; And where she went, close at her side. They followed in a row.

One day she took them near the lake When, to her great dismay, Into Its dopths their way they take, And gaily swam away!

She shrieked and squawked and rushed about, In agony of mind, "They’ll all be lost without, a doubt, How can I succour And?” “ Come back, my chicks, you’ll all he drowned, Oh, dearie, dearie, me! Such madness was there ever found, Such imbecility?” Yet all her cries and tears were vain; They’d vanished from her sight. Her mother-heart was full of pain; No more the sun shone bright.

Yet safely soon they all returned, Amid her joyful clucks. The llllle chicks o’er whom she yearned, Were thirteen little ducks, .(Sent'by Evelyn Rlx.),