 | Poems and verses by Mary Mapes Dodge |  |
THE SAD STORY OF LITTLE JANE.
A CALENDAR OF WOE.
JAN—e, little saint, was hard to nurse,FEB—rifuge she had none;
MAR—malade seemed to make her worse,
APR—icots were all gone.
MAY—be, she thought, on some fair plain,
JUNE—berries sweet may grow;
JULY—'twas late, they searched in vain,
AUG—menting all her woe.
SEPT—imus failed to find a pill—
OCT—oroon slave was he;
NOV—ice, poor thing! at feeling ill,
DEC—eased ere long was she.
| Poems and verses by Mary Mapes Dodge | |