Grandma's Minuet

: UNCLES AND AUNTS AND OTHER RELATIVES
: Boys And Girls Bookshelf

Grandma told me all about it;

Told me so I couldn't doubt it;

How she danced--my grandma danced,

Long ago.

How she held her pretty head,

How her dainty skirt she spread,

How she turned her little toes,

Smiling little human rose!

Long ago.



Grandma's hair was bright and sunny,

Dimpled ch
eks, too--ah, how funny!

Really, quite a pretty girl,

Long ago.

Bless her! Why, she wears a cap,

Grandma, does, and takes a nap,

Every single day, and yet,

Grandma danced a minuet,

Long ago.



No--they moved with stately grace,

Everything in proper place;

Gliding slowly forward, then

Slowly courtesying back again,

Long ago.

Modern ways are quite alarming,

Grandma says; but boys were charming--

Girls and boys, I mean, of course--

Long ago.



Bravely modest, grandly shy--

Now she sits there rocking, rocking,

Always knitting grandpa's stocking,

Every girl was taught to knit,

Long ago.

Yet her figure is so neat,

And her smile so staid and sweet,

I can almost see her now

Bending to her partner's bow,

Long ago.



Grandma says our modern jumping,

Hopping, rushing, whirling, bumping

Would have shocked the gentlefolk,

Long ago.

What if all of us should try

Just to feel like those who met

In the graceful minuet,

Long ago?



With the minuet in fashion,

Who could fly into a passion?

All would wear the calm they wore,

Long ago.

In time to come, if I perchance

Should tell my grandchild of our dance

I should really like to say:

"We did, dear, in some such way,

Long ago."



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