so hard!
For tissudt fair, just wud of us
To rud arowd the yard.

Ad wed I try to say a tale,
Or sig a little sog,
The coffig cubs idtoo be deck
Ad tickles dredful strog.

Ad wed is father cubbig obe?
He'd dot be log he said--
If this is jist a cold it bust
Be awful to be dead!

Oh what a log, log day it is!
Ibe tired of blocks ad books;
I've cowted all the ceilig lides,
I've thought of sheep ad chooks.

I've drawd a bad's face with a bo,
I've drawed a pipe to sboke;
Just wed I thought I was asleep
I wedt ad thought I woke!

Wot's the good of sudlight dow,
Ad wot's the good of raid?
Ad wot's the good of eddythig
Wed all your head's a paid?

Raid, raid go away,
Ad dote cub back udtil I say,
Ad that wote be for beddy a day.

WHOM THE GODS LOVE

He's so chubby and happy and wonderful,
Dainty and perfectly made,
That when he kicks at the sunbeams there,
Out on the grass in his cradle chair,
Somehow I feel afraid.

We ought to hide him away, I think,
Real beauty was always a bane,
If the gods get to know of his baby wiles,
Of his firm round limbs, or his magic smiles,
They'll want him back again.

LITTLE BOYS

The roads go out to Macedon, the roads go out to Rome,
Some die in snowy Buffaloes and some turn home;
I've done the Alps and Apennines, and Naples to the moon,
For fancies cover splendid ground in a Summer afternoon.
And then I come to gloryland, and whom do I see there
But little Boyo Browneyes and Billy Wirehair?

Little Imps of Gloryland with great big eyes
Follow me with questionings and laughter and surprise;
Little cheeky pixie boys whom nothing can suppress,
Whose pandects, codes and institutes are bound in mother's "Yes."

When Uncle comes in Sunday clothes they clamour to be kissed,
Black-currants sticking to each face and pancakes in each fist.
Four fists that is, all over jam, and four black sticky lips
Just come from playing motor-chairs and sailing sofa-ships.
And if you wander on the lawn untended in the dark
With tricycles and wheelbarrows your shins will lose some bark!

For what's your talk of tidiness and putting things "right there"
To little Boyo Browneyes and Billy Wirehair?

I'm picking up the channel or I'm t