Once on a time there was a girl, Her long, straight hair it did not curl. She ran away and went to play With the darky children across the way. Then the long, straight hair on that little girl Began to grow with a kinky curl, And her skin, which once from soap was white, Began to turn as black as night, And quickly grew a somber hue Just like the monkeys in the zoo. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO-MORROW TO FRESH WOODS AND PASTURES NEW' by AMY LOWELL THE SNOW-SHOWER by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT A POET'S WELCOME TO HIS LOVE-BEGOTTEN DAUGHTER by ROBERT BURNS MORTAL COMBAT by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE THE BLACK RIDERS: 9 by STEPHEN CRANE AN OLD BATTLE-FIELD by FRANK LEBBY STANTON RETREATS by CARRIE ADAMS BERRY |