"Supposening"
WHEN folks is cross an' things go wrong,
An' no one seems to care 'bout me,
I don't know how I'd get along
'Cept' for the lovely things I see
When I creep off away from light
An' noise, an' ev'rything that's real—
An' close my eyes, oh! tight as tight!
Such pictures through the darkness steal,
When I begin
Supposenin'!
You never s'posened? What a shame!
You've missed the very bestest fun;
It's just a reg'lar fairy game,
And, oh! the princes that I've won!
I'm always dressed in golden lace;
My tinsel train drags as I go!
I've lovely red stuff on my face—
An', oh, the people love me so,
When I begin
Supposenin'!
I own 'most ev'ry doll there is!
An', oh, I dress 'em drefful fine.
Why, no game's quite as nice as this,
'Cause ev'rything I want is mine.
An', my! the caramels I eat!
Mamma can't say, "Now that's enough!"
For lunch, no gruel or horrid meat—
But just some 'licious fairy-puff—
When I begin
Supposenin'.
Supposenin's the nicest way
To quite forget that folks is mean,
An' when they won't come out an' play,
Why, I just go an' be a queen.
Oh, but it's drefful fine to see
My palace made of di'mond hearts!
A fairy prince will marry me,
An' n'en the wedding music starts
When I begin
Supposenin'.
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In the Park
"Oh, sister, this must be a buckwheat-field; see all the dear little buckwheat cakes!"
