A Long-Felt Want
Reading edition
One day wee Willie and his dog Sprawled on the nursery floor. He had a florist’s catalogue, And turned the pages o’er,
Till all at once he gave a spring, “Hurrah!” he cried with joy; “Mamma, here’s just the very thing To give your little boy!
“For when we fellows go to school, We lose our things, you know; And in that little vestibule They do get mixed up so.
“And as you often say you can’t Take care of ’em for me, Why don’t you buy a rubber plant, And an umbrella tree?”