What’s O’clock.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXIX, Issue XX, 15 November 1902, Page 1273

What’s O’clock.

BY MARIAN ISABEL BURRELL. With the sunlight on her hair, Little Kitty stands, Telling mother “What’s o’clock," In the meadow lands. Grave and sweet her winsome face, (’Tls a picture fair). Rosy lips are pouting—see! Yet no frown is there. “One o’clock, and two o’clock,” Kitty smiles In glee; “There ’s lots of time for play. Mother dear,” says she. Still she blows the downy flakes. From a ball of white; On the air they float away, Oh, so soft and light! Mother says ’tis time to bid Meadow lands good-bye. For each sleepy little flow'r. Soon will close its eye. “Three o’clock, and four o’clock— Five!” Ah, dearie me 1 Mother, after all, is right; It is time for tea.