I often came to visit you. I used to sit and sing
Upon our purple lilac-bush that smells so sweet in Spring;
But when you thanked me for my song of course you never knew
I soon should be a little girl and come to live with you.
SINGING-TIME
I wake in the morning early
And always, the very first thing,
I poke out my head and I sit up in bed
And I sing and I sing and I sing.
THERE ARE NO WOLVES IN ENGLAND NOW
There are no wolves in England now, nor any grizzly bears;
You could not meet them after dark upon the attic stairs.
When Nanna goes to fetch the tea there is no need at all
To leave the nursery door ajar in case you want to call.
And mother says, in fairy tales, those bits are never true
That tell you all the dreadful deeds that wicked fairies do.
And wouldn't it be silly for a great big girl like me
To be the leastest bit afraid of things that couldn't be?