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somehow things seem different
With little boys like them.
WEEP SONG
Strike, strike, strike again,
Bump them on the head;
Every minute
somebody,
Falls down dead.
Algernons and Berts
Washing out their shirts,
Babies in the bed

Crying for some bread.
Gentlemen with brains,
Looking for their
trains.
Strike, strike, strike again,
Always on the head;
Every minute
somebody
Drops down dead.
MASTER IN EQUITY
Did I hear the two boys say,
"Two boys have been good to-day?"

Santa's schooner's lost a sail,
Someone tored it with a nail,
What's
that mark on Sufi's tail?
I dunno, da you?
Did boys eat they trifle
slow
When they mother told them to?
I dunno, I dunno,
I dunno,
da you?

Who's been cutting Sufi's hair?
There's a broken dish I see;
Padie,
don't be hiding there,
Bring my slippers out to me.
Both boys have
been good they say,
Only cried an ittoo bit;
Anyone been fighting
Bay,
Two new scars since yesterday?
That was just a weeny hit,

'Cos he'd always want to sit
On the picture of the train
Just when I
was reading it.
Two boys have been good again.
Two boys didn't do
some more
What they were said not to do,
Two boys have been
good it's true!
On the lawn's a splendid show,
Twenteen firewoods
in a row!
Where does this hand-mirror go?
I dunno, I dunno!

Wheelmarks on the front-room floor,
Sunday cake forks spread out
too!
Mudprints on the kitchen door--
Wonder how they got there for?
I dunno, I dunno,
I dunno, da you?
Did I hear the two boys say,
"Two boys have been good to-day?"

Why is mother worried so?
All these good things can't be true.

Have the boys been good who show
Scratches red and bruises blue?

I dunno, I dunno,
I dunno, da you?
EVENTIDE
Come and have your bath, boys,
Two boys together,
Rolling on the
lawn all day
In the dusty weather.
Padie, jump into the water,

Soak the brown legs white;
Come and have your bath, boys,
No
heads to-night!
Boats to sail and feets to scrub
Feets and faces too;
Sliding 'round
the 'namel tub
Frowing soap at you;

Drop your scooter quick, Bay,

Everything's all right,
Didn't you hear mother say
No heads
to-night?
THE ORDER OF THE BED
Say about the Three Pigs,
And what the soldier said,
Wynken song
and Tom, Tom,
And piggy-back to bed.

Little boys are sleepy, sleepy,
Never mind they prayers,
Let them
wait for mother here,
Father's knees for chairs.
Sufi, singing like a
kettle,
Or a nightingale,
Puts his nose against our toes
And
smoothes them with his tail.
Here comes mother with the blankets
Bundled on her chest,

Holding them and folding them
For two boys' nest.
Boys washed
and pillows patted,
Everything's all right,
Picture books to cuddoo
up,
And please leave the light.
Hey Dee and Hey Ho!
And little Bo-Peep,
One story, two songs,

To make the boys asleep.
Say about Red Riding Hood
And what
the Bunyip said,
Wynken song and Tom, Tom,
And piggy-back to
bed.
"IDEAS"
Please can I have a light, mother?
I never know what to do
When
the Three Bears ride on the White Bell-horse,
And the Mermaid
gallops to Banbury Cross,
And the Cheshire Cat says "Moo!"
Gnomes come round with prickly wings
And squeeze in under the
clo's,
The dark gets full of story things,
The window-moon says
"Fee, fo, fum!"
And the Pigs that went to market come
And nibble
at my toes!
Two big eyes walk round the room,
Fierce Pirate Ships go by;
And
Sleeping Beauty straddles a broom
And falls all down the sky;
The
Man in the Moon waits underneath
And gobbles her up with great big
teeth,
And that's what makes me cry!
The things you tell in the afternoon
Get mixed and won't come right;

"Fee-fo-fum!" says the Window-Moon--

It's the little candle they
fear, mother,
Will you leave the candle here, mother?
Please can I
have a light?

MOTHERHOOD
It would appear that no great pleasures can be
Without their merit of
trial and urgency:
For I do know a lady whose rare joys
Wake when
she has tucked in two little boys.
GOOD-NIGHT
Two brown heads on the pillows white....
Bye ... good-bye ... that's all
to-night.
Two bikes 'round in the picnic place ...
Old horse tied to the
apple-case.
Gentle Jesus ... send the boys,
Bats and balls for they winter toys.
Sufi's naughty ... not 'lowed out....
Pigeon feathers blowing about.
Two bikes 'round in the ... two bikes 'round....
Feathers blowing ... the
scooter's found.
God bless Jesus ... Bay's asleep ...
Where's my pillow-book? ... Soul
to keep.
Two bikes ... two ... are the stars alight?
Bye ... good-bye ... that's
all ... t'night.
Two brown heads on the pillows deep,
Two boys mumble theyselfs
to sleep.
Transcriber's note
The original pages each have a verse of "A Whisper Song" appearing
as a sidenote. Since this also appears on its own as a poem I removed
the sidenoted verses from the text version to make it less disjointed.
The sidenoted verses were, however, retained for the html.

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