THE dainty frills upon my frocks
Make me all twinkly smiles inside.
I want to take my sweets around,—
A something in me says "Divide."
I run to give my mother dear
My nicest, clean-face kiss.
I feed the sparrows on the steps,
And think what others miss.
I put some water on my fern;
To every one I want to say
Nice velvet things. It is so queer
That we can dress our moods away!