Here's a little wash bench,
Here's a little tub.
Here's a little scrubbing-board,
And here's the way to rub.
Here's a little cake of soap,
Here's a dipper new.
Here's a basket wide & deep,
And here are clothes-pins two.
Here's the line away up high,
Here's the clothes all flying.
Here's the sun so warm & bright,
And now the washing's drying.
Edith Goodyear.
Finger Play.
By Edith Goodyear.
The little space 'twixt fingers & thumbs
Is round as a circle you see!
While in there, a tiny square
Shows corners four to me.
Circles are like daisies while,
Like pennies, candies and plates,
Like Grandma's cookies and pumpkin pies;
And best of all, the pretty blue
In Baby's laughing eyes.
The square makes me think of the rug where he sits
On the nursery floor at play;
Of the lawn where he rolls in the sunshine bright,
And the dainty spread that covers his bed
When he's fast asleep at night.