GIRLS
Three of them,—those girlies all,
Sisters, friends, and playmates small.
One with eyes of clearest blue,
One has orbs of grayish hue,
Brown eyes has the other one;
All pairs shine out full of fun.
Then the different colored heads,
Yellow, brown, and one is red.
Every head is bobbed alike;
Change is in the color bright.
And on top, as paused in flight,
Butterflies with wings so bright
Had to sip the honey sweet,
These human flowers they meet.
This the bow of ribbon tied
Just a little on one side;
Heads so round, and held so high,
Poised to look toward the sky;
Carrying their backs so straight;
Squaring shoulders is the fate
Limbs that are so firm and round,
Footsteps passing without sound,
Hands so white, that give a touch
Gentle, cool, and even such
That when ill, you like to feel
Tapering fingers gently heal.
Three short skirts and six bare limbs,—
Socks of course, with slipped rims.
Sisters, friends, and playmates small.
One with eyes of clearest blue,
One has orbs of grayish hue,
Brown eyes has the other one;
All pairs shine out full of fun.
Then the different colored heads,
Yellow, brown, and one is red.
Every head is bobbed alike;
Change is in the color bright.
And on top, as paused in flight,
Butterflies with wings so bright
Had to sip the honey sweet,
These human flowers they meet.
This the bow of ribbon tied
Just a little on one side;
Heads so round, and held so high,
Poised to look toward the sky;
Carrying their backs so straight;
Squaring shoulders is the fate
Limbs that are so firm and round,
Footsteps passing without sound,
Hands so white, that give a touch
Gentle, cool, and even such
That when ill, you like to feel
Tapering fingers gently heal.
Three short skirts and six bare limbs,—
Socks of course, with slipped rims.
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