Little Mischiefs.

Grandpa’s darlings see him coming Up the hill, they come a running, Till at length they stop to rest; Then he thinks how he is blest. Wholesome love such kisses sweet, What care they whom they may meet, For doesn’t grandpa always bring His pockets full of some good thing? And a story he can tell, Of the pussy cat that fell in the well, And of the children that were lost in the wood, That ran from their home and never were good. He can tell of the apple tree that grew so tall, Laden with fruit, that leaned on the wall; Then of the circus, oh, happy we, For we are sure we will everything see. And many more things, I tell you, ’tis so— For he knows more’n anybody, and ’ats true. I fink I’ll marry grandpa, he pleases me so fine. The best ain’t ever good enough for me to dine. Our own way we can have, when he comes to stay To look after us and spend the day. If our toys lay around on our very best floor, And we pin pictures up on the walls and the door; The noise that we make—we jump up and down, On our beautiful sofa, in our parlor of brown. He didn’t say one teentsy bit a word, For he had a nap, and never has heard. He looks for his glasses—they are on his nose; Now this is a fine time for me to propose. But mother came home, not one word did she say, Except, you have had a good time today. When grandpa was gone, we could see by her looks, Something that’s not often written in books. We got scared as could be—we hustled around, To put things back in the place we had found; Now, mammy, don’t please say one word to dad, For this was the best day we ever have had; We wish you’d have grandpa come every day, Never to leave us, but come here to stay. We love you and daddy as much as we can, But we also love grandpa, he’s such a fine man.