ON THE WAT TO GRANDMAS. She sings softly as she walks.And right royally she feels, With her parasol outspread,And her kitten at her heels. She fondly hugs her dollie,She flirts her palm-leaf fan, And gives the boxwood borderA half-suspectful scan. Ah, good-morning, Mr. Gobbler ! And good-morning,…
Children's poetry · Picture books for children
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