A TOUCH OF NATURE
A little maid upon my knee
Sighs wearily, sighs wearily;
"I'm tired out of dressin' dolls,
And havin' stories read," says she.
"There is a book, if I could see,
I should be happy, puffickly!
My mamma keeps it on a shelf—
'But that you cannot have,' says she!"
"But here's your Old Man of the Sea,
And Jack the Giant!" (Lovingly
I tried the little maid to soothe.)
"The interestin' one," says she,
"Is that high-up one!—seems to me
The fings you want just has to be
Somethin' you hasn't got; and that's
The interestin' one!" says she.