At breakfast, when I'm kinder late an' hurry to my place, An' wanter eat, some person says, "Oh, what a dirty face!" Or, "Leave the table right away, those hands are a disgrace!" When I come back all nice an' clean my mother says she fears I didn't take a lot of pains to wash behin' my ears. An' lots o' times when I've been out an' haven't touched a thin' That could have dirtied me a @3bit,@1 why someone's called me in— 'Cause what they went an' said was dirt was shadders on my skin. But s'pose that cedar tree I climbed did leave some teeny smears, I don't see how a bit could get 'way up behin' my ears! Oh, when I'm big, without a nurse or grown-up folks that tease, Some weeks I'll wear my oldest clo'es as dirty as I please, An' muss my hair an' have big holes in both my stockin' knees. Of course I'll wash each @3mornin',@1 'cept when play-time interferes, But @3you just bet@1 I'll let alone that place behin' my ears! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SOPHISTICATION by CONRAD AIKEN VICARIOUS ATONEMENT by RICHARD ALDINGTON MAGDALEN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON PRELUDE TO A FAIRY TALE by EDITH SITWELL THE ITINERANT POET'S ROAD SONG by KAREN SWENSON THE LIGHTED WINDOW by SARA TEASDALE |