WHO WAS IT?
Of course I've heard the moon's green cheese,
But will somebody tell me, please,
Who was it took so big a bite
There's scarcely any left to-night?
VISITING DAY
I'll wear the striped skirt that trails,
And you the flowered one,
And we will take our parasols
And walk out in the sun.
We'll leave our dolly-carts at home,
For ladies, when they call,
Must not have children with them, no,
That would not do at all.
And I'll be "Mrs. Wilkinson,"
And you'll be "Mrs. Brown,"
And we will call and call and call
On every one in town!