But I lost, found, and kept it,
And haven’t got it now.
II
Sometimes it’s all alone—
Sometimes in a crowd;
It says a thousand bright things,
But never talks aloud.
Everybody loves it,
And likes to have it call,
But I lost, found, and kept it,
And haven’t got it now.
Sometimes it’s all alone—
Sometimes in a crowd;
It says a thousand bright things,
But never talks aloud.
Everybody loves it,
And likes to have it call,