There are some little folks that we can never please;
They fret about trifles, they trouble and tease,
Full of discontent, even at play;
Till their friends are worn out, and are heartily glad
When bed-time is come, and each cross lass or lad
Is quiet and out of the way.
There are some little faces so good tempered and sweet
That to see their bright faces is always a treat;
And their friends can quite trust them, they know;
They amuse themselves nicely with some plan or play,
Take care not to worry or get in they way,
And are welcome wherever they go.
I found this poem in a book called CHOICE STORIES FOR CHILDREN. I really like the book. It has a lot of short stories. Sorry about not doing a post lately. We have been busy. Little Lady In Training~
They fret about trifles, they trouble and tease,
Full of discontent, even at play;
Till their friends are worn out, and are heartily glad
When bed-time is come, and each cross lass or lad
Is quiet and out of the way.
There are some little faces so good tempered and sweet
That to see their bright faces is always a treat;
And their friends can quite trust them, they know;
They amuse themselves nicely with some plan or play,
Take care not to worry or get in they way,
And are welcome wherever they go.
I found this poem in a book called CHOICE STORIES FOR CHILDREN. I really like the book. It has a lot of short stories. Sorry about not doing a post lately. We have been busy. Little Lady In Training~
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