CHILDREN’S VERSES.

Waikato Times, Volume 118, Issue 19765, 21 December 1935, Page 18 (Supplement)

CHILDREN’S VERSES.

AT THE SEASIDE. When I was down beside the sea A wooden spade they gave to me ' To dig the sandy shore. My holes were empty like a cup, In every hole the sea -came up Till It could come no more. —Sent by Joan Plummer. SANTA’S MISHAP. • . ■. I ' .. ' ' Our merry 'little forest friends found Santa dear upset. Said he: “My sledge is upside down, and I’ve some way to get. ’ They tied the well rope to the sledge and fixed it firm and strong Laughed little Tom: “Now Santa dear I’m sure we shan’t be long. The little boys the handle turned While Santa was busy too. Said Father Christmas: “I must say this v Js most kind of you.” They puffed and panted very loud And worked with all their might And very -soon old Santa’s sledge Was u*p again, all right. “ Now up you get,” -said Santa Claus, “ rn take you for a ride.” “ To visit all the boys and girls,” The merry trio orled. So when you hear the sleigh bells Ringing through the frosty air, You'll know that Tom and Tim, And Joe, with Santa Claus are there. (Copied.) Sent by Ronald Cooke.

THE SWING. How do you like to go up In the swing. Up In the air so blue? Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing Ever a child can do! Up In the air and over the wall, Till I can see so wide, Rivers and trees -and cattle and all Over the -countryside— Till I look down on the garden green Down on the roof so brown— Up in the air I go -flying again, Up In the air and down! THE MOON. t The moon has a face like the clock in the hall She shines on thieves on the garden wall, On streets and fields and harbour quays, And birdies asleep in the forks of trees. The -squalling cat and the squeaking mouse, The howling dog by the door of the house, The bat that lies In bed at noon All love to be -out by the light of the moon. But all of the things that belong to the day Cuddle to sleep to be out of her way; -And flowers and children -close their eyes Till up in the morning the sun shall rise. —R.L.S. —Sent by Joan Plummer.