I HAVE but one child—Cora Ann, Yet she is such a load of care, I wonder how Mathilda Jones Can manage with her family there; Matilda lives across the street, And, counting teddy-bears, and all, And darky dolls, and little Japs, Her family's twelve—and that's not small; It must be hard to keep in shoes A family of so great a size; My Cora Ann so careless is That sorely she my patience tries: If Tilda's children are like her, How can she ever manage so, When times are hard, and prices high— @3That@1, really, I should like to know. |