I've fed him high in the stable,
I've watered him at the trough,
I've curried him down to a glossy brown,
And taken his harness off.
Now we are resting a little,
Because there has got to be
A long, stiff run before we're done,
For the birthday horse and me!
NANCY BYRD TURNER.
A DUTCH WISH
The little Dutch children,
With little Dutch shoes,
Go clitter-clatter
Wherever they choose.
But we must move lightly,
In slippers, at that,
And walk on our tip-toes,
And go like a cat.
But, oh, noise is lovely!
We wish very much
That we were Dutch children
With shoes that were Dutch.
