------------------------------------------------------------------------ TEMPER “Blow out the light,” they said, they said (She’d got to the very last page); “Blow out the light,” they said, they said, “It’s dreadfully wicked to read in bed”; Her eyes grew black and her face grew red And she blew in a terrible rage. She put out the moon, she did, she did, So frightfully hard she blew, She put out the moon, she did, she did; Over the sky the darkness slid, The stars all scuttled away and hid— (A very wise thing to do). But please don’t whisper the tale about, She’d get into trouble, she would; Please don’t whisper the tale about, If anyone else should ever find out She’d get into trouble without a doubt, And now she’s _ever_ so good. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ BEST I like to wear my party frock That Auntie bought in town, My patent shoes with shiny toes, My Sunday hat with little bows, And ribbons hanging down. I like to hear the people say: “How pretty Nancy looks to-day!” But Daddy shakes his head and says: “You’ll make her very vain.” And Grannie says: “She should be dressed In everything that’s of the best But rather neat and plain.” And Mother says: “My goodness me! Who _can_ this lovely lady be?” ------------------------------------------------------------------------ WHAT I SHALL BE I shall be a lady As pretty as you please, And I shall have a garden With lots of flowers and trees, A pretty little kitchen With rows of shining pots, A hothouse full of peaches And a nursery full of cots. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ SOMETIMES