DUTCH KATRINA

Dutch Katrina is so good! In the kitchen’s brightness Makes us sugar things to eat, Cakes of fairy lightness; Keeps us laughing all the while With a song or fable; Tells us of the Tulip Land As she lays the table. Now the work is done tonight And the fire is dying When we come to look for you, ’Trina, you are crying! Crying for the Tulip Land, Shadows deep behind you; ’Trina, light the lamp and sing; See, we came to find you!

All out doors is mine for play Green miles without an end, And each small cloud that floats this way, My little cotton friend—