Whitelock, William Wallace, 1869-1940 · New York, E. P. Dutton & company · leaf 79
got nothin else to do;I ketched a catfish, too, one day.Though half-way out he got away ;But Pa said I might count him, though, An somethin bout the lip an cup —I dearly love my Pa, but oh, I hate the man that wakes me up !50 The Man That Wakes Me Up 51 I m always hearin bout the antWat gets up… … THE TITTYPOOS Deep, deep in the heart of the ancient wood Is the home of the Tittypoo folk,And there in the midst of the forest dim They labor and laugh and joke;They rise with the sun, and they go to bed When the sun has sunk from sight.But the rest of the time they work and work, And they sleep…
Children's poetry
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