 | Rhymes and jingles by Mary Mapes Dodge |  |
59
The Little Mother
Now, Dolly dear, I'm going away.I want you to be good all day.
Don't lose your shoes, nor soil your dress,
Nor get your hair all in a mess;
But just sit still, and I will come
And kiss you, soon as I get home.
I'd take you, dear, but then, you know
It's Wilhelmina's turn to go.
She's ill, I'm 'fraid; her eyes don't work;
They open worse the more I jerk.
She used to be so straight and stout,
But now her sawdust's giving out.
Her arm is out of order, dear—
My papa says she's “out of gear.”
That's dreadful, isn't it? But then,
The air may make her well again.
So, Dolly, you'll be glad, I know,
To have poor Wilhelmina go.
Good-by, my precious; I must run—
To-morrow we'll have lots of fun.
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