Little Sister
It's morning and just turning light.
The streets are still of traffic
without a soul in sight.
The milk as been delivered
and papa's letting free
the horses from their harnesses
then he'll set himself for tea.
He hates to make the effort
of getting up I say,
of milking dear old Bossie
and shooing hens away.
For they scratch and dig in mama's garden
a thing they shouldn't do.
But Jim has left the gate wide open
and let the bunch get through.
Now Jim is oft to school
to to learn his p's and q's.
He's getting rather upity
he thinks he's rather cool.
Not right to let the hens come in
to scratch in mama's plot.
He wouldn't like it none at all
if I took his toys to play.
He wouldn't like it none at all,
but I think I'll just do it anyway.
Copyright © Alfred Berggren | Year Posted 2017
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