POPPING CORN.
| Pour the nice corn Out of the bowl, Into the popper, Over the coal,— The bright glowing coal. Shake now, for your life, The fine golden grain; Now listen! what strife Goes on there amain! Hear it! Pop, pop! Pop, pop! Pop, pop! Now the popper is full, The shaking must stop. Bring the dish, little Rosie, Come, Jamie and Josie, And out we will pour Our nice puffy store. So crisp and so light, So tender and white! What were beads of gold When put in the hopper, Into flowers unfold,— O magical popper! |
CAROLINE DEE.
