LEFT ALONE - POEM

My cousins are gone out to walk,

Mama is called away,

And in Aunt Mary's drawing-room

I must not romp or play.

The door is shut, I cannot reach

To open it, and yet

I m not afraid, because I know

Mama will not forget.

I will not kick the door, or scream,

Or make a foolish noise,

I ll try to be contented, though

I have not got my toys.

The blazing fire that burns so bright

I must not come too near,

Nor must I touch the pretty things

Upon the chiffonier.

Stay, there s one pleasant thing to do,

I never knew it fail

I ll get the great old picture-book

And tell myself a tale.