The Little Girl From Town

Us children liked her, though she was so queer, When she came out to Pleasantville, last year; She "mustn't walk upon the grass," she said: We asked her why?--and she just shook her head!

Oh, yes, us children liked the little kid, Although she didn't know one thing we did, And said the oddest things you ever heard; She saw a goose, and asked, "What kind o' bird?"

Us children liked the little kid, oh, yes! She wa'n't a bit afraid to tear her dress; One day, when she went barefoot, just like us, She got a stone-bruise; but she didn't fuss!

Oh, yes! us children liked her, but oh, my! We had to teach her how to play "high spy"; She came to see us,--called our house "a flat"-- I wonder now--what could she mean by that?