Little two-year-old, forever
Teasing, “Talk a ’tory p’ease to me.”
“Now,” I said, “talk me a ’tory.”
“Well,” all smiles,—“now, I will ’mence.
Mamma, I did see a kitty,—
Great—big—kitty,—on the fence.”
Mamma smiles. Five little fingers
Cover up her laughing lips.
“Is ’oo laughing?” “Yes,” I tell him,
But I kiss the finger-tips;