THE PILLAR BOX
The pillar box is fat and red,
The pillar box is high;
It has the flattest sort of head
And not a nose or eye,
But just one open nigger mouth
That grins when I go by.
The pillar box is very round
But hungry all the day;
Although it doesn’t make a sound,
Folks know it wants to say,
“Give me some letter sandwiches
To pass the time away.”
“A postage stamp I like to eat
Or gummy letterette.”
I see the people on the street,
If it is fine or wet,
Give something to the greedy thing;
They never quite forget.
The pillar box is quite a friend
When Father goes away,
My Mother has such lots to send,
Fat letters every day,
And so I drop them in its mouth
When I go out to play.
THE QUARREL
We stood in the vegetable garden
As angry and cross as could be
’Cause you said you wouldn’t beg pardon
For eating my radish at tea.
I said, “I shall go an’ tell Mummy.
I hope it is makin’ you ill.
I hope you’ve a pain in your tummy,
And then she will give you a pill.”