When my little girl with cheeks aglow Comes romping home from town, She hippety-hoppeties up the hill And she hippety-hoppeties down; And when I say to my little boy, "I have an @3errand@1 for you," He says, "@3All right!@1" then he hippety-hops Till he hippety-hops it through. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SOLOMON AND THE WITCH by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS WILD PLUM BLOSSOMS by EVA K. ANGLESBURG FELIX OPPORTUNITATE MORTIS by ALFRED AUSTIN THE DEATH OF HUSS by ALFRED AUSTIN GROVER CLEVELAND by JOEL BENTON |