THIRSTY FLOWERS

I have a little wat'ring-pot,
It holds two quarts I think,
And when the days are very hot
I give the plants a drink.

They lift their heads as flowers should,
And look so green and gay;
I'm sure that if they only could,
"We thank you, Sir," they'd say.

SHARING WITH OTHERS

Sometimes Mother gives to me
Such a lot of money--See!
But it's very hard to buy
All the things you'd like to try,
And you always share your penny
With a child who hasn't any.

POCKETS

Pockets are fine
For marbles and twine,
For knives and rubber bands;
So, stuff them tight
From morning till night
With anything else but hands!

WAITING FOR DINNER

When one is very hungry,
It's hard to wait, I know,
For minutes seem like hours
And the clock is always slow.

There isn't time to play a game,
You just sit down and wait,
While Mother says, "Be patient,
Our cook is never late."

It's best when one is hungry,
To think of other things,
For then, before you know it,
The bell for dinner rings.

THE CRITIC

If only more people would write fewer books
How well pleased I would be!
If all the authors would change into cooks
'T would suit me perfectly.

DIPLOMACY

BY LUCY FITCH PERKINS

The Widow Hill has a fine plum-tree!
The Widow Hill is fond o' me.
I'll call on her to-day!
The plum-tree grows by her front door.
I've been meaning to call for a week or more
To pass the time o' day!

IF I WERE QUEEN.

BY LUCY FITCH PERKINS.

If I were Queen of Anywhere,
I'd have a golden crown,
And sit upon a velvet chair,
And wear a satin gown.
A Knight of noble pedigree
Should wait beside my seat,
To serve me upon bended knee
With things I like to eat.
I'd have bonbons and cherry pie,
Ice-cream and birthday cake,
And a page should always stay near by
To have my stomach-ache!

THOUGHTS IN CHURCH

BY LUCY FITCH PERKINS

Oh, to be a sailor
And sail to foreign lands--
To Greenland's icy mountains
And India's coral strands!
To sail upon the Ganges
And see the crocodile,
Where every prospect pleases,
And only man is vile.

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