THERE was a wee bit wifie, Who lived in a shoe; She had so many bairns, She kenn'd na what to do. She gaed to the market To buy a sheep-head; When she came back They were a' lying dead. She went to the wright To get them a coffin; When she came back They were a' lying laughing. She gaed up the stair, To ring the bell; The bell rope broke, And down she fell. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BUT NOW by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DIVIDE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON AND SO, I THINK DIOGENES by AMY LOWELL AT NIGHT; SONNET by AMY LOWELL THE DINNER-PARTY by AMY LOWELL STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 3. WASHINGTON, D.C. by CLARENCE MAJOR |