“Some day I will buy you a smaller broom.”
“Oh, thank you, Mother,” said Betty. “Buy me a little broom.”
“You shall have a little broom,” said Mother. “And tonight I will teach you and Bobby a song about broom girls who sold little brooms.”
For study and play:
The broom man maketh his living most sweet,
With carrying brooms from street to street;
Who would desire a pleasanter thing,
Than all the day long to do nothing but sing,
“New brooms, green brooms, will you buy any?
Come maidens, come quickly, let me make a penny”?