by Carolyn Wells
One day wee Willie and his dog
Sprawled on the nursery floor.
He had a florist's catalogue,
And turned the pages o'er,
Till all at once he gave a spring,
"Hurrah!" he cried with joy;
"Mamma, here's just the very thing
To give your little boy!
"For when we fellows go to school,
We lose our things, you know;
And in that little vestibule
They do get mixed up so.
"And as you often say you can't
Take care of 'em for me,
Why don't you buy a rubber plant,
And an umbrella tree?"
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