THREE LITTLE GIRLS

 

Three little girls in pigtails,
Freckles and the rest,
Phyllis, Joyce and Becky,
I like them all the best.

Joyce's smile is toothless,
Becky's awful sweet,
Phyllis has the darkest eyes,
To know them is a treat.

I can hear them laughing,
Morning, noon and night,
And sometimes see a tear or two,
When things don't go just right.

They bring me flowers by the score,
My vase still overflows,
But I think their smile is sweeter,
Than the sweetest rose that grows.

They jump rope with my daughter,
Play jacks and ball and tag,
They run and laugh and fight and cry,
And joke and pull a gag.

They go to school together,
To Church and to the store,
I sure will miss the three of them,
When I live here no more.

I'll miss their smiles and laughter,
Their flowers wild and sweet,
Those little girls in pigtails,
That live across the street. 

Author: Margaret Shankland