THROUGH the house what busy joy Just because the infant boy Has a tiny tooth to show ! I have got a double row, All as white and all as small ; Yet no one cares for mine at all. Ke can say but half a word, Yet that single sounds preferrd To all the words that I can say In the longest summer day. He… … POETRY FOR CHILDREN 13 If the smallest seed should be In your mind, of jealousy, It will spring and it will shoot Till it bear the baneful fruit. I remember you, my dear, Young as is this infant here. There was not a tooth of those Your pretty even ivory rows, But as anxiously was watchd Till it…
Children's poetry, English
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