TO be the Mayor's children it must be lots of fun, With two big lamps outside your door when other doors have none; And all the children in the street would envy you all day, And let you be the chiefest one in every kind of play. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LAUGHTER (YOUTH SPEAKS TO HIS OWN OLD AGE) by CONRAD AIKEN LEFT-HANDED POEM by JAMES GALVIN |