I haven't sewed my children's clo'se For days, the way I'd like to do; I don't neglect 'em, goodness knows, 'Cept when it is my duty to; They're less important, anyhow, 'Cause I'm a missionary now. My heathen doll's not half so dear As all my Christian children there, And that's what makes my duty clear To always give him speshul care; 'Cause I have found it wrong to do The things I'm always wanting to. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...YOUTH IMPERTURBABLE by CONRAD AIKEN LETTER TO JOSEPH WARREN by ROBERT FROST |