  "Little children should be seen And not heard," folks say. We must scarcely speak aloud When company comes to stay For breakfast or for dinner Or for a cup of tea, So solemn and so quiet We little folks must be. We must not tell that Daddy Once used an awful word The very, very worstest That ever could be heard. Nor how our mother curls her hair And powders well her nose And sometimes takes an hour or more To put on her best clothes. We dare not tell how sister Was spanked for being rude And how our baby brother In fact we must not speak at all Except words no and yes And when we swallow all our thoughts They cause us great distress. So we are wondering how much more We kiddies yet must grow Ere we can speak out what we think |
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