Tomboy There's a little girl I know And we call her So-and-So. She is neither good nor bad Good enough for me although! Never saw a girl that had More real life in her, or more Of what people christen go; Pretty too as she is poor. So-and-So is not her name But her nickname. She's to blame For it being named that way: For she often starts some game, And, when asked what 't is we play, She just answers, "I don't know. It's a good game just the same; And I call it So-and-So." Other girls don't like her, no; Just because she's So-and-So; Call her names like Tomboy, or Wildcat, just as girls will do When a girl is popular With the boys and does n't care Much for girls, and 's pretty, too, With blue eyes and golden hair. I would give most anything Just to hear her laugh and sing, Dance, too. She is funnier Than a circus and its ring; And no boy can out-run her, Or out-dare her. And, oh my! You should see her in a swing, Streaking it into the sky! She's the girl that suits me; yes, And suits all the boys, I guess: Never backward; always in For some picnic, more or less. Take your top and wind and spin; Or play marbles; fly a kite; Or, if needs be, in a mess She can just pitch in and fight. Let some big boy dare to touch, Bully some small boy or such, She's right at him saying, "You Great big coward! need a crutch By the time that I get through!" And she's bright at school, although She don't have to study much As some other girls I know. Once two weeks went by and she Had just disappeared; you see Had n't come to play or call: She was sick apparently; And we made it up that all All the boys, or some, should go And find out what it could be, And report on So-and-So. Well, what do you think! Declare, When we rang the door-bell, there At the door she stood as bright, Brighter ev'n, with nice combed hair, In an apron spotless white: And she smiled and seemed so glad: But about her was an air Of importance she'd not had. Was the same yet not the same. And when I began to blame, She just stopped me with a bow, Saying, "Boys, I've changed my name. I've a little brother now Baby-brother. Don't you know? Takes the place of every game, And I call him So-and-So." |
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