English poem
Bobby
by Bret Harte
Do you know why they've put us in that back room, Up in the attic, close against the sky, And made believe our nursery's a cloak-room? Do you know why?
Versos English Bret Harte Bobby
Versos English Bret Harte Bobby
English poem
by Bret Harte
Do you know why they've put us in that back room, Up in the attic, close against the sky, And made believe our nursery's a cloak-room? Do you know why?