THE BUSY LADY
We meet ev'ry week to make surgical dressings—
And one woman does it dead wrong;
I watched her a day—then I just had to say,
"My dear! If I may—that's too long!"
While I was explaining the teacher came by—
She's so cross that her mouth's just a line—
And found fault with me and my work....
After that
I'll mind no one's business but mine!
To-day I was filling my neighbor's slow mind
With War-Garden ideas and lore,
When a dog I don't know just ruined mine—so
I'll not advise her any more!
Then a talk that I gave to the Home Service Group
On "Waste" was quite spoiled—though 'twas fine—
By my bread burning up while I talked....
After this
I'll mind no one's business but mine!
At a lecture on "Hospital Units at Work"
A woman (who looked fifty-three)
Ere the talk had begun started crying.... Her son
Has gone, she confided to me.
"But you should be brave and 'buck up'," I remarked.
"And yours?" she asked.... How did she divine
That I am not married?... Oh, well, after this
I'll mind no one's business—b-but mine!