. The year's at the spring; an anthology of recent poetry. THE â SPRING I Dont Like Beetles 1 DONT like beetles, tho Im sure theyre verygood,I dont like porridge, tho my Nanna says Ishould ;I dont like the cistern in the attic where I play,And the funny noise the bath makes when thewater runs away. I dont like the feeling when my gloves are made of silk,And that dreadful slimy skinny stuff on top of hot milk ;I dont like tigers, not even in a , I know its very naughty, but I dont like Cook! ROSE FYLEMAN 107 THE â YEARS â JT â THE â SPRING Wishes WISH I liked rice pudding, I wish I wer
. The year's at the spring; an anthology of recent poetry. THE â SPRING I Dont Like Beetles 1 DONT like beetles, tho Im sure theyre verygood,I dont like porridge, tho my Nanna says Ishould ;I dont like the cistern in the attic where I play,And the funny noise the bath makes when thewater runs away. I dont like the feeling when my gloves are made of silk,And that dreadful slimy skinny stuff on top of hot milk ;I dont like tigers, not even in a , I know its very naughty, but I dont like Cook! ROSE FYLEMAN 107 THE â YEARS â JT â THE â SPRING Wishes WISH I liked rice pudding, I wish I were a twin,I wish some day a real live fairy Would just come walking in. I wish when Im at table My feet would touch the floor, I wish our pipes would burst next like they did next door. I wish that I could whistleReal proper grown-up tunes, I wish theyd let me sweep the chimneysOn rainy afternoons. Ive got such heaps of wishes, Ive only said a few ;I wish that I could wake some morning And find theyd all come true ! ROSE FYLEMAN108. THE â YEARS â AT â THE â SPRING Very Nearly! IN EVER quite saw fairy-folkA-dancing in the glade,Where, just beyond the hollow oak,Their broad green rings are laid :But, while behind that oak I day I very nearly did ! I never quite saw mermaids rise Above the twilight sands, left wet, neath sunset skies, Are blushing rosily:Butâall alone, those rocks amidâOne night I very nearly did! I never quite saw Goblin Grim Who haunts our lumber roomAnd pops his head above the rim Of that oak chests deep gloom :But onceâwhen Mother raised the lidâ/ very, very nearly did! QUEENIE SCOTT-HOPPER 109 THE â YEARS â AT â THE â SPRING What the Thrush Says COME and see ! Come and see ! The Thrush pipes out of the hawthorn-treeAnd I and Dicky on tiptoe goTo see what treasures he wants to call is clear as a call can beâAnd ** Come and see ! he says : ** Come and see ! Come and see ! Come and see ! His house is there i
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