: FATHER PLAYS AND MOTHER PLAYS
: Boys And Girls Bookshelf
By Edith Goodyear.
The little space 'twixt fingers & thumbs
Is round as a circle you see!
While in there, a tiny square
Shows corners four to me.
Circles are like daisies while,
Like pennies, candies and plates,
Like Grandma's cookies and pumpkin pies;
And best of all, the pretty blue
In Baby's laughing eyes.
The square makes me think of the rug where he sits
On the nursery floor at play;
Of the lawn where he rolls in the sunshine bright,
And the dainty spread that covers his bed
When he's fast asleep at night.