Poems

Wheather

Whether the weather be fine

Or whether the weather be not.

Whether the weather be could

Or whether the weather be hot.

We'll whether the weatheer

Whatever the weather,

Whether we like it or not.

Godmother

There was an old lady

Who had three faces,

One for everyday,

And one for wearing places-

To meetings and parties,

Dull places like that-

A face thath looked well

With a grown-up hat.

But she carried in her pocket,

The face of an elf

And she'd calp it on quick

When she felt like herself.

Sitting in the parlor

Of somebody's house,

She'd reach in her pocket

Sly as a mouse...

And there in the corner,

Sipping her tea,

Was a laughing elf-woman

Nobody could see!