“Have you been a good girl?” And when they have said it, they say it again, “Have you been a good girl?” “Have you been a good girl?” I go to a party, I go out to tea, I go to an aunt for a week at the sea, I come back from school or from playing a game; Wherever I come from, it’s always the same: “Well? “Have you been a good girl, Jane?” It’s always the end of the loveliest day: “Have you been a good girl?” “Have you been a good girl?” I went to the Zoo, and they waited to say: “Have you been a good girl?” “Have you been a good girl?” Well, what did they think that I went there to do? And why should I want to be bad at the Zoo? And should I be likely to say if I had? So that’s why it’s funny of Mummy and Dad, This asking and asking, in case I was bad, “Well? “Have you been a good girl, Jane?”
A Thought
If I were John and John were Me, Then he’d be six and I’d be three. If John were Me and I were John, I shouldn’t have these trousers on.
King Hilary and the Beggarman
Of Hilary the Great and Good They tell a tale at Christmas time I’ve often thought the story would Be prettier but just as good If almost anybody should Translate it into rime . So I have done the best I can For lack of some more learned man . Good King Hilary Said to his Chancellor (Proud Lord Willoughby, Lord High Chancellor): “Run to the wicket-gate Quickly, quickly, Run to the wicket-gate And see who is knocking. It may be a rich man, Sea-borne from Araby, Bringing me peacocks, Emeralds and ivory; It may be a poor man, Travel-worn and weary, Bringing me oranges To put in my stocking.” Proud Lord Willoughby, Lord High Chancellor, Laughed both loud and free: *“I’ve served Your Majesty, man to man, Since first Your Majesty’s reign began, And I’ve often walked, but I never, never ran, Never, never, never,” quoth he. Good King Hilary Said to his Chancellor (Proud Lord Willoughby, Lord High Chancellor): “Walk to the wicket-gate Quickly, quickly, Walk to the wicket-gate And see who is knocking. It may be a captain, Hawk-nosed, bearded, Bringing me gold-dust, Spices, and sandalwood: It may be a scullion, Care-free, whistling, Bringing me sugar-plums To put in my stocking.” Proud Lord Willoughby, Lord High Chancellor, Laughed both loud and free: “I’ve served in the Palace since I was four,
