ROWDY-DOWDY.
Reading edition
Rowdy-dowdy loves a noise; Cannot play with quiet boys; Cannot play with quiet toys: Rowdy-dowdy loves a noise! In the street he takes delight,— In the street from morn till night: Don't I tell the story right, Rowdy-dowdy, noisy sprite? Rowdy-dowdy's full of fun; Never walks if he can run; Never likes the setting sun: That stops Rowdy-dowdy's fun.
He is full of prankish ways; Never still one moment stays; Boys are fond of boyish plays: These are Dowdy's rowdy days. Out at elbows, out at toes, Out at knees, the urchin goes: Still he laughs, and still he grows Rowdier, dowdier, I suppose. Rowdy-dowdy, don't you see, Full of noisy, boys-y glee, Is as sweet as he can be, For the sprite belongs to me! He is mine to have and hold, Worth his weight in solid gold: Ah! I've not the heart to scold Rowdy-dowdy, brave and bold!
Josephine Pollard.
