THE dear old woman in the lane Is sick and sore with pains and aches, We'll go to her this afternoon, And take her tea and eggs and cakes. We'll stop to make the kettle boil, And brew some tea, and set the tray, And poach an egg, and toast a cake, And wheel her chair round, if we may. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NEEDLE THREADER IN NEED OF A NEEDLE by DARA WIER THE SEVEN AGAINST THEBES: CHORUS by AESCHYLUS VERSES FROM THE GRANDE CHARTREUSE by MATTHEW ARNOLD NORTHERN FARMER, OLD STYLE by ALFRED TENNYSON SONG by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES |