Parental Advice
Who laid the egg that hatched the moon?
Was it the earth, I wonder,
Was it the sun, the clouds, or rain,
Was it night or thunder?
If I were mother to the moon
I'd spank her every day
Until she learned to stay at home
And never run away!
Song for a Child Watching Clouds
I've watched the clouds by day and night,
Great fleecy ones all filled with light,
Gray beasts that steal across the sky,
And little fellows slipping by.
Sometimes they seem like sheep at play,
Sometimes when they are dull and gray
The pale sun seems a ship to me,
Sailing through a rolling sea;
And I've seen faces in them too,
Funny white men on the blue,
They look so many different ways,
And not one single cloudlet stays;
But on across the heavens they blow,
I often wonder where they go,
Now sometime, maybe when I die,
I, too, will wander through the sky.
Problem
If I were a violet I'd think it a shame
To be always so simple and modest and tame,
To be hidden away like a hermit or nun
While the hare-brained pink roses can dance in the sun!
But consider the naughty wild ways of the rose—
There must be respectable flowers, I suppose!