THE BUTCHER
The butcher's shop is open wide
And everyone can see inside;
He stands behind the rows of meat
And gazes out into the street.
He always wears a coat of blue,
He has a linen apron too,
And with his knife he rather looks
Like ogres in the story-books.
He smiles and nods and says "Good-day"
If nurse and I go by that way
When we are shopping in the town—
I've never seen him sitting down.