Chansons de Grace Wassal

i wish she would not ask me
If I love the Kitten more than her.
Of course I love her.
But I love the Kitten too ;
And it has fur.

I have so many things to do,
I don't know when I shall be through :
Today I had to watch the rain,
Come sliding down the window-pane...

I'm always glad whan Andrew comes
If only I am there,
He stays a while and talks to me,
As if he did not care...

I never saw the hills so far,
And blue, the way the pictures are ;
And flowers, flowers, growing thick,
But not a one for to pick !...

My mother cut it out for me
And started it so I could see ;
And then she turned some edges in
And let me take it to begin...