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DreamyMary Carolyn Davies

A Very Small Cat

A very small girl, And a very small cat, Went to the garden And sat, and sat. They sat by the quince bush That grandmother bought. Each looked at a white rose, And thought, and thought. They stared at the garden, But there was not heard All afternoon A mew or a word. A tinkly bell rang; It broke their dream; They went to get supper, And a saucer of cream.
CheerfulMary Carolyn Davies

Cat Language

The kitten said, "I don't like water, And yet my mistress's Little daughter Shoves me in the tub And spoils my fur. (I know she'd cry If I did it to her!) I can bathe myself. So can any cat. There's no excuse For things like that! I ought to complain. Yes, but how? When they don't know the meaning Of meow?"
CheerfulMary Carolyn Davies

The Ferryboat

It's nice to be eaten by a ferryboat. It opens its mouth and I slide Smooth as ice cream down its throat, Snug and warm inside. Raining, snowing, freezing, blowing-- I'm always safe, because When I don't know just where I'm going, I know the ferryboat does.
CheerfulMary Carolyn Davies

The Doll's Mother

The grownups tell me that I look Exactly like my doll, With yellow curls and dimpled cheeks And big blue eyes and all. I can not blame the grownups Who've looked at us and smiled. Of course my doll takes after me, Because she is my child!

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