Hinemoa, Tui, Maina, All of them were born together; They are quite an extra special Set of babies -- wax and leather. Every day they took an airing; Mummy made them each a bonnet; Two were cherry, one was yellow With a bow of ribbon on it. Really, sometimes we would slap them, For if ever we were talking, They would giggle and be silly, Saying, "Mamma, take us walking." But we never really loved them Till one day we left them lying In the garden -- through a hail-storm, And we heard the poor dears crying. Half-Past-Six said -- "You're a mother! What if Mummy did forget you?" So I said, "Well, you're their Father. Get them!" but I wouldn't let you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SCHOOLS OF LITTLE FISH by MARVIN BELL COLORS by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET I'VE NEVER SEEN SUCH A REAL HARD TIME BEFORE' by HAYDEN CARRUTH CONTRA MORTEM: THE ECSTASY by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE LIFE SO SHORT by EAMON GRENNAN RETROSPECTION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON BRER RABBIT, YOU'S DE CUTES' OF 'EM ALL by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |