Josephine Preston Peabody (Жозефина Престон Пибоди)
The Busy Child
I have so many things to do, I don't know when I shall be through. To-day I had to watch the rain Come sliding down the window-pane. And I was humming, all the time, Around my head, a kind of rhyme, And blowing softly on the glass, To see the dimness come and pass. I made a picture, with my breath Rubbed out to show the underneath. I built a city on the floor; And then I went and was a War.-- And I escaped, from square to square That's greener on the carpet, there, Until at last, I came to Us: But it was very dangerous.-- Because, if I had stepped Outside, I made believe I should have died! * * * * * And now I have the boat to mend; And all our supper to pretend. I am so Busy, all the day, I haven't any time to play.
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