Ballads for little folk . FEATHERS. You restless, curious little Jo, I have told you all the stories I know, Written in poem or fable ;I have turned them over, and let you lookAt everything like a picture-book Upon my desk or table. I think its enough to drive one wildTo be shut up with a single child, And try for a day to please , dear me! what does a mother do,Especially one who lives in a shoe, And has a dozen to tease her ? Aha! Ive found the very thing,I cried, as I saw the beautiful wingOf a bird, and I said demurely : Now, if youll be good the rest of the day,Ill give you a bird w
Ballads for little folk . FEATHERS. You restless, curious little Jo, I have told you all the stories I know, Written in poem or fable ;I have turned them over, and let you lookAt everything like a picture-book Upon my desk or table. I think its enough to drive one wildTo be shut up with a single child, And try for a day to please , dear me! what does a mother do,Especially one who lives in a shoe, And has a dozen to tease her ? Aha! Ive found the very thing,I cried, as I saw the beautiful wingOf a bird, and I said demurely : Now, if youll be good the rest of the day,Ill give you a bird with which to play;You know what a bird is, surely ? Oh, yes ! and she opened wide her eyes, A bird is alive, and sings and flies ;Then, folding her hands together, 140 Feathers. She archly shook her wise little head,And, looking very innocent, said, I know a bird from a feather ! Well! of all the smart things uttered yetBy a baby three years old, my pet ! Its enough to frighten your , Ive seen women — yes, and
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