SIX
Well, well, I never! Who’d a’ thought
A boy’d grow so quick’s
This fellow has! Law sakes alive,
The buster’s grown to six!
He was a little baby, and
He had such funny tricks!
But, oh, dear me! the baby’s gone,
And here’s a boy of six!
I’ve seen him lie upon the floor,
And lift up howls and kicks;
But now he is a gentleman,—
No crying when you’re six!
When grown so large, boys must be tough,
Just regular little bricks;
No tears for any bumps or hurts,
When one is big and six!
—Minot J. Savage.
Wood-Folk Talk
By J. ALLISON ATWOOD