From: Gold Braid

Weatherby George DupreeTook greatCare of his Mother,Though he was only three.James James Said to his Mother,‘Mother,’ he said, said he;‘You must never go downto the end of the town,if you don’t go down with me.’James JamesMorrison’s MotherPut on a golden gown.James James Morrison’s MotherDrove to the end of the town.James James Morrison’s MotherSaid to herself,…

‘Quite well, thank you, I’m very glad to say.’If people ask me,I always answer,‘Quite well, thank you, how are you to-day?’I always answer,I always tell them,If they ask mePolitely…..BUT SOMETIMESI wishThat they wouldn’t.

And the answer’s always Sixpence or A Hundred Inches Long.And I know they’ll think me silly if I get the answer wrong.So Pooh and I go whispering, and Pooh looks very bright,And says, ‘Well, I say sixpence, but I don’t suppose I’m right.’And then it doesn’t matter what the answer ought to be,‘Cos if he’s…

I never did, I never did,I never did want ‘Hold-my-hand’;I never did, I never did,I never did think much of ‘Not up there, dear!’It’s no good saying it.They don’t understand.

The sun looks down from quiet skiesTo where a quiet water lies,And silent trees stoop down to the trees.And there I saw a white swan makeAnother white swan in the lake;And, breast to breast, both motionless,They waited for the wind’s caress. . .And all the water was at ease.

His eyes are small,But his tail is e-nor-mouse.I sometimes call him Terrible John,‘Cos his tail goes on –And on –And on.And I sometimes call him Terrible Jack,‘Cos his tail goes on to the end of his back.And I sometimes call him Terrible James,‘Cos he says he likes me calling him names…But I think I shall…