Us children liked her, though she was so queer,
When she came out to Pleasantville, last year;
She “must n't walk upon the grass,” she said:
We asked her why?— and she just shook her head!
Oh, yes, us children liked the little kid,
Although she did n't know one thing we did,
And said the oddest things you ever heard;
She saw a goose, and asked, “What kind o’ bird?”
Us children liked the little kid, oh, yes!
She wa'n' t a bit afraid to tear her dress;
One day, when she went barefoot, just like us,
She got a stone-bruise; but she did n't fuss!
Oh, yes! us children liked her, but oh, my!
We had to teach her how to play “high spy”;
She came to see us,— called our house “a flat” —
I wonder now — what could she mean by that?