The Good Little Girl
It's funny how often they say to me, "Jane?
"Have you been a good girl?"
"Have you been a good girl?"
And when they have said it, they say it again,
"Have you been a good girl?"
"Have you been a good girl?"
I go to a party, I go out to tea,
I go to an aunt for a week at the sea,
I come back from school or from playing a game;
Wherever I come from, it's always the same:
"Well?
"Have you been a good girl, Jane?"
It's always the end of the loveliest day:
"Have you been a good girl?"
"Have you been a good girl?"
I went to the zoo, and they waited to say:
"Have you been a good girl?"
"Have you been a good girl?"
Well, what did they think that I went there to do?
And why should I want to be bad at the zoo?
And should I be likely to say if I had?
So that's why it's funny of Mummy and Dad,
This asking and asking, in case I was bad,
"Well?
"Have you been a good girl, Jane?"
Wind on the Hill
No one can tell me,
Nobody knows,
Where the wind comes from,
Where the wind goes.
It's flying from somewhere
As fast as it can,
I couldn't keep up with it,
Not if I ran.
But if I stopped holding
The string of my kite,
It would blow with the wind
For a day and a night.
And then when I found it,
Wherever it blew,
I should know that the wind
Had been going there too.
So then I could tell them
Where the wind goes. . .
But where the wind comes from
Nobody knows.
It's funny how often they say to me, "Jane?
"Have you been a good girl?"
"Have you been a good girl?"
And when they have said it, they say it again,
"Have you been a good girl?"
"Have you been a good girl?"
I go to a party, I go out to tea,
I go to an aunt for a week at the sea,
I come back from school or from playing a game;
Wherever I come from, it's always the same:
"Well?
"Have you been a good girl, Jane?"
It's always the end of the loveliest day:
"Have you been a good girl?"
"Have you been a good girl?"
I went to the zoo, and they waited to say:
"Have you been a good girl?"
"Have you been a good girl?"
Well, what did they think that I went there to do?
And why should I want to be bad at the zoo?
And should I be likely to say if I had?
So that's why it's funny of Mummy and Dad,
This asking and asking, in case I was bad,
"Well?
"Have you been a good girl, Jane?"
Wind on the Hill
No one can tell me,
Nobody knows,
Where the wind comes from,
Where the wind goes.
It's flying from somewhere
As fast as it can,
I couldn't keep up with it,
Not if I ran.
But if I stopped holding
The string of my kite,
It would blow with the wind
For a day and a night.
And then when I found it,
Wherever it blew,
I should know that the wind
Had been going there too.
So then I could tell them
Where the wind goes. . .
But where the wind comes from
Nobody knows.
At the end of her presentation one of her judges asked, "Do you enjoy public speaking?" And with great confidence she answered, "Well, my mom says I was born a public speaker, so . . . yes." :-)
And that she was!
And that she was!
1 comment:
Way to go! I can not believe that I forgot to ask the other day! When is the next step?
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