Thursday, October 7, 2010

MARY MOUSE

MARY MOUSE

THERE IS A LITTLE GIRL WHO LIVES
WITHIN OUR HEARTS EACH DAY;
FOR ALL THE MONEY IN THE WORLD,
I WOULD NOT GIVE THAT GIRL AWAY;

EACH MORN HER CHARMS,
AND LILTING VOICE,
CALL IN THE FRAGRANT DAWN,
IN SWEET REPROSEFUL SONG
FROM FIVE THROUGH SIX-
THE NOTES SO LONG;

DISCRIPTIVE QUALITIES OF LIFE,
ABOVE THE PALL OF HUMAN STRIFE;
BEFORE ALARMS ARE JUNGLED OFF,
BEFORE THE ROARS OF TRAFFIC DRONE,
FAITHFUL THROUGH THE SUNDAY MORN;

IN GRACEFUL, GENTLE, CHEERY PLEA,
I FAINTLY HEAR THE CALL TO ME,
O MOMMY, I AM HUNGRY!


COPYRIGHT 1971, DUNDEE NY

FROM POEMS

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