THE COLLECTORS

New Zealand Tablet, Volume XXXV, Issue 39, 26 September 1907, Page 37

THE COLLECTORS

I wasn't but a little boy When I collected ,b'utterllies ; And next I took to postage stamps, And then cigar bands were the prize. I Had a lot "of birds' eggs, s too, And horseshoes— some were red with rust, • My hornets' nests were thrown away— The maid said they collected dust. But mother whispered not to mind, For she had a collection,- too, And showed -me^ just the queerest lot— A baby's cap— a small pink shoe; A rubber cow, a yellow curl, A ragged book of A B C, A letter, thick with blots, I wrote, When she was once away from- me. I wouldn't give a quarter for The stuff, but mother thinks it's fine, And only laughed when I remarked It wasn't valuable, ' like mine. "* V But when it comes to keeping things She gives me pointers, you can bet ! I sold or swapped mine long ago, But mother has her rubbish yet ! ' Harper's Magazine.'