En Mommer says I'm orful good,
En teacher says so, too,
En call me jes' a angel, all
But havin' wings,—they do!
En Popper says thayre at the store's
A dandy big bass drum!
You betcher life I'm bein' good
So Santa Claus'll come!
Mister Sorrow.
Mister Sorrow came one day
When the times were blue,
And he said: "My brother, say
Can I stay with you?"
And he looked so mighty nice
That I asked him in;
Nothing said about the price;
'Fraid he'd go agin!
Mister Sorrow from that day
Hangs around here so!
Makes himself at home, to play
He's my friend, you know!
When I hint it mighty strong
That he'd better roam,
Says he's boarded here so long
That it seems like home!
If the Kingdom of Heaven was like a mustard-seed two thousand years ago, it has not changed its appearance any since; it seems so small now-a-days that it is pretty hard to find down here below.