Little Sammy Peters, who lives across the
way,
Has a brand new pushmobile which he got on
Christmas Day.
And little Sammy Peters, who is
almost nearly four,
Proudly pushes his Christmas car
down by my cabin door;
Full fifty yards, I reckon, down a
gradual incline,
Until it stops a-sudden, and Sammy
starts to whine,
ÒCome, Muvver, come and get it,Ó
full forty times a day,
And mother helps him with it, for
thatÕs a motherÕs way.
Yet we all are little children, and still
helpless in some way,
And Mother Nature has to come, full
forty times a day,
To help us with our troubles, when
the path grows harsh and steep
ÔTil she finally takes us in her
arms and rocks us fast asleep.
