English poem
Iii
by Nora Archibald Smith (1859–1934)
Gladys Mehitable Arabelle Jane, Who never would learn to sew-- Oh, a terrible thing befell the child! She was sent to live in a desert wild, By her godmother fay, who was heard to swear She’d reform the chit or she’d leave her there! ’Twas a Mexican desert where Arabelle went, And shelter she had none, not even a tent. Her task was to gather her teardrops and soak The Needle-and-Thread Tree! Dear me, what a joke On a child who so “hated” to sew!