
Swotto-Socks
I know a stare-fast girl
Called Cleopatra Cleet,
Who is altogether clever
In her spotty-stocking feet.
With her busy books beside her
And her thorough-thinking brow,
And her mother dear to chide her
For neglect of here-and-now.
“Cleopa, Cleopa, what are you thinking ?”
How does the addersnake sleep without blinking ?
“Cleopa, Cleopa, what do you wonder ?”
How does the lightening outrun the thunder ?
“Cleopa, Cleopa, what are you reading ?”
Pixies and pirates and guinea-pig breeding.
“Cleopa, Cleopa, why the long weather ?”
There’s so much to learn, it will take me forever !