MISS KATE-MARIE

And it was Sunday everywhere, And Father pinned a rose on me And said he guessed he'd better take Me down to see Miss Kate-Marie.

And when I went it all turned out To be a Sunday school, and there Miss Kate-Marie was very good And let me stand beside her chair.

Her hat was made of yellow lace; Her dress was very soft and thin, And when she talked her little tongue Was always wriggling out and in.

I liked to smell my pretty rose; I liked to feel her silky dress. She held a very little book And asked the things for us to guess.

She asked about Who-made-y-God, And never seemed to fuss or frown; I liked to watch her little tongue And see it wriggle up and down.