When my little girl with cheeks aglow Comes romping home from town, She hippety-hoppeties up the hill And she hippety-hoppeties down; And when I say to my little boy, "I have an @3errand@1 for you," He says, "@3All right!@1" then he hippety-hops Till he hippety-hops it through. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BIRD AND BROOK by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES FRINGED GENTIAN by EMILY DICKINSON THE BELEAGUERED CITY by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE TENT ON THE BEACH: 11. ABRAHAM DAVENPORT by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |