Читать книгу Mollie and the Unwiseman Abroad - Bangs John Kendrick - Страница 1

There were three little folks, and one was fair —

Oh a rare little maid was she.

Her eyes were as soft as the summer air,

And blue as the summer sea.

Her locks held the glint of the golden sun;

And her smile shed the sweets of May;

Her cheek was of cream and roses spun,

And dimpled the livelong day.

The second, well he was a rubber-doll,

Who talked through a whistling hat.

His speech ran over with folderol,

But his jokes they were never flat.

He squeaked and creaked with his heart care-free

Such things as this tale will tell,

But whether asleep or at work was he

The little maid loved him well.

The third was a man – O a very queer man!

But a funny old chap was he.

From back in the time when the world began

His like you never did see.

The things he'd "know," they were seldom so,

His views they were odd and strange,

And his heart was filled with the genial glow

Of love for his kitchen range.

Now the three set forth on a wondrous trip

To visit the lands afar;

And what befel on the shore, and ship,

As she sailed across the bar,

These tales will make as plain as the day

To those who will go with me

And follow along in the prank and play

Of these, my travellers three.