Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Inspiration: One, Two, Three!

From the Rod and Staff Reader "A Time to Build"

There was an old, old, old, old lady,
And a boy who was half past three; 
And the way that they played together 
Was beautiful to see.

She couldn't go romping and jumping, 
And the boy, no more could he;
For he was a thin little fellow, 
With a thin little twisted knee.

They sat in the yellow sunlight, 
out under the maple tree; 
And the game they played I'll tell you, 
Just as it was told to me.

It was hide-and-go-seek they were playing, 
Though you'd never have known it to be-
With an old, old, old, old lady,
And a boy with a twisted knee. 

The boy would bend his face down
On his one little sound right knee,
And guess where she was hiding,
In guess one, Two, Three. 

"You are in the china closet!" 
He would laugh and cry with glee-
It wasn't the china closet,
But he still had Two and Three.

"You are in Papa's big bedroom,
In the chest with the queer old key!" 
And she said: "You are warm and warmer.
But you're not quite right," said she.

"It can't be the little cupboard
Where Mamma's things used to be- 
So it must be the clothespress, Gran'ma!" 
And he found her with his three. 

Then she covered her face with her fingers
That were wrinkled and white and wee,
And she guessed where the boy was hiding,
With a One and a Two and a Three. 

And they never stirred from their places 
Right under the maple tree-
This old, old, old, old lady,
And the boy with the lame little knee- 
This dear, dear, dear, old lady, 
And the boy who was half-past three.


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