It's fun up in the attic, when mother lets us 'splore In all the trunks an' boxes there an' litter up the floor— She tells us we may try things on if we won't get 'em tore. An' sometimes we play grown-up folks in big ol'fashioned clo'es; Or sometimes dress up fancy ways an' play we're givin' shows, An' charge ten pins admission, an' all the fam'bly goes. But when we find ol' things of mine we rig 'em up on sis, An' p'rade around, an' daddy says, "Whose little chap is this?" An' mother says, "Dear little boy!" an' asks her for a kiss. But when me an' my sister put her skirts an' stuff on me, I notice no one seems to think 'at it's a girl they see; But the women say "My Gracious!" an' the men folks say "Oh Gee!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DAWN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TWO POEMS FROM THE WAR: 2 by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 1. SEATTLE by CLARENCE MAJOR DEMOS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE POET'S TESTAMENT by GEORGE SANTAYANA |