We never have to make a noise,
It's so unladylike, you see,
For girls to act like great rough boys.
(I'm sure that's meant for me!)
We go to bed at seven P.M.,
That is the hour that Aunties keep
When they are young! (I pity them—
However did they sleep!)
We have to be so very good—
At meal-times never once be late,
And eat up every scrap of food
Upon the dinner-plate.
On Sundays we must always wear
Our dresses with clean 'tuckers' in;
I really don't know how I bear
The pricking on my chin!
But Father dear forgets to frown,
And Mother looks quite young again,
When Aunty gets the Bradshaw down,
And finds a morning train.
When Mummy has a Headache
When Mummy has a headache
I help her all I can;
I put scent on a hankie,
And fan her with a fan.
I play with little Jackie
(He's very nearly three),
And then I lay the table,
And make the toast for tea.
When Mummy has a headache,
I kiss her on her hair,
And tell her not to worry,
'Cause I am ready there.
And Mummy's head gets better—
And once I heard her say,
A darling little fairy
Had sent it quite away!