I've had a birthday party—
Of course I'm only five—
But I had the jolliest time
Of any boy alive.
I got some little chickens,
The roosters cannot crow;
But on my mamma's table
I stand them in a row.
I got the funniest bank—
A man, all mouth and eyes,
He swallows every penny,
And every dime he spies;
My mamma set a dinner
For Ollie and for me.
'Twas just a little party,
One little girl, you see.
We had the nicest oranges,
And nuts, and apples red,
And just the tiniest custard pie,
Plum cake and snow white bread.
We ate up all we wanted,
Mamma sat by and smiled,
And kissed my curls and dimples,
And called me "precious child."
And when the day was over,
And I was snug in bed,
She found the prettiest book I have,
And lots of stories read;
And then—I can't remember,
My head was in a mix;
For when the sand-man found me,
I dreamed that I was six.