Which she could take to Auntie or add to her own store;
And one day in excitement, she ran in greatest haste,
Crying, "Oh, dear Auntie, sumfins don to waste!
A perfectlee dood kitty is thrown out on the dump
Of the kitchen ash-pile, behind the garden pump!"
The New Baby
(Written for Alfred Greene, Jr., Evansville, Indiana.)
When Alfred saw the baby wee the stork to him had brought,
He stood quite silent for a while and thought and thought and thought