Josephine Preston Peabody (Жозефина Престон Пибоди)
Church-Time
It feels Forever without End, The time I have to stay. It's even harder to keep still Than pray and pray and pray. The reading happens all the time; The praying rolls along; And something makes them always sing A long, long song. So when I've nearly gone to sleep, I make my Penny walk.-- I walk it up and down, to hear The talk and talk and talk. And if I lose it on the floor Before they pass the Plate, Why then there's nothing more to do But wait--wait--wait.-- Till, when you'd have to go to sleep Or else you'd have to die, They let you Out,--and straight into The Sky! With nests all hiding up the Trees, And Roads to make you Run:-- And everything like Squirrels!-- In the Sun--the Sun!
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