Children's Verses

Waikato Times, Volume 124, Issue 20845, 1 July 1939, Page 21 (Supplement)

Children's Verses

POST BOX.

THE TRAVELLER When I go out to see the world 1 like to meet the sun, Ami watch the daisies wave about Where playful breezes run, But though I travel quite a mile, By valley, hill or plain, 1 love to see my mother’s smile When 1 get home again.

POOR PUPPY

I don’t know where I put my ball And someone's robbed my bone, My basket's in the draughty hall They've left me quite alone.

I can’t play with the kitchen mat For someone's washed the floor, 1 can't run out and chase the cat, They’ve shut the garden door.

I don't feel well, I have a pain There’s nothing I can chew; I’d better go to sleep again— What else is there to do?

MARIE’S GARDEN

Marie has a garden By the old brick wall. She has stocks and candytufts And blue delphlniniums tall. Fairy asters by the path, Hollyhocks so tall, Marie loves to hoe and weed Although she’s only small. Father gave her a watering-can, Mother gave her seeds; Marie’s very busy now Keeping it free from weeds.

SUMMER IS GONE

Summer is gone with all its roses, Its sun and perfumes and sweet flowers, Its warm air, its refreshing showers, And even autumn closes. Yea! Autumn’s chilly self is going. And winter comes which is yet colder; Each day the hoar-frost waxes bolder, And the last buds cease blowing.

DOLLY

Once I had a little dolly, And her cheeks were rosy pink, And her hair was just as lovely As the loveliest spot you can think. And she wore a spotted muslin On the hottest day in May, When they—Alice, John and Peter— Took her out to sandy bay.’

FAIRY DELL

In the spinney by my garden, Near the old, old well, There are fairies, elves and goblins, And I call it Fairy Dell. Blue-bells, and primroses, You can see there in the spring. While in summer, roses Grow in a fairy ring. The Queen rides in a golden coach Drawn by butterflies, With wings of blue, betipped with pink, Like the morning skies. They drink from little acorn cups And eat off elm-leaf plates. But there is nothing there but flowers, After the grey dawn breaks.