Carolyn Wells (Кэролин Уэллс)

Our Club

We're going to have the mostest fun!
  It's going to be a club;
And no one can belong to it
  But Dot and me and Bub.

We thought we'd have a Reading Club,
  But couldn't 'cause, you see,
Not one of us knows how to read--
  Not Dot nor Bub nor me.

And then we said a Sewing Club,
  But thought we'd better not;
'Cause none of us knows how to sew--
  Not me nor Bub nor Dot.

And so it's just a Playing Club,
  We play till time for tea;
And, oh, we have the bestest times!
  Just Dot and Bub and me.

1. The Happy Hyena
2. How the Cat Was Belled
3. Opulent Ollie
4. An Intercepted Valentine
5. The Arch Armadillo

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