POEMS FROM NA KEIKI O HAWAII: HE COULDN'T HELP IT, by BEATRICE KIRSTEN HOFGAARD
First Line: You didn't wash behind your ears Last Line: "no, mother dear, I went to smile, but my face -- it slipped!"
"You didn't wash behind your ears," Said Mother with a sigh. "I see a line so dark and grim, You didn't rub that high." Her little hopeful shrugged and winked As he strode beside her chair. It wasn't just the wink, but that naughty, impudent air. "Did you make a face at me?" She grasped his sleeve. It ripped! "No, Mother dear, I went to smile, but my face -- it slipped!"
