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Show THE WOMAN WHO WORRIED. Let me sing you a song of a woman I knew, Who always fluttered and hurried; Don't ask mc her name, if it's all the same, Just call her "the woman who worried." wor-ried." " There was cv6r the battle with rust and moth, For moths were slyer than foxes; And so, poor thing, she spent all the spring, Putting things into bundles and boxes. She worried at morn, and she worried wor-ried at noon, And worried when night descended, For without some hurry and without some worry The day hadn't been well ended. And she'd carry her burden of household house-hold cares Till sleep put an oid to her labors; And the dog ran away, and he went to stay. AirUthe cat went to live at a neigh-oVs. neigh-oVs. And the clTiWrcn stayed out of doors when ty; could, For mother was always hurried, And noise and dixit were the things that hurt The woman whoNyorried and worried. wor-ried. Exchange. |
