DOWN comes the winter rain - Spoils my hat and bow - Runs into the poll of me; But mother won't know. We've been out and caught a cold, Knee-deep in snow; Such a lucky thing it is That mother won't know! Rosy lost herself last night - Couldn't tell where to go. Yes - it rather frightened her, But mother didn't know. Somebody made Willy drunk At the Christmas show: O 'twas fun! It's well for him That mother won't know! Howsoever wild we are, Late at school or slow, Mother won't be cross with us, Mother won't know. How we cried the day she died! Neighbours whispering low ... But we now do what we will - Mother won't know. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LORD, HEAR MY PRAYER; A PARAPHRASE OF THE 102ND PSALM by JOHN CLARE ODE TO EVENING by WILLIAM COLLINS (1721-1759) A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 40 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 123 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI FANCIES AT NAVESINK: 7 by WALT WHITMAN SKIPPER IRESON'S RIDE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |