Little Whimpy

LITTLE WHIMPY.

Whimpy, little Whimpy,

Cried so much one day,

His grandma couldn't stand it.

And his mother ran away;

His sister climbed the hay-mow.

His father went to town.

And cook flew to the neighbor's

In her shabby kitchen-gown.

Whimpy, little Whimpy,

Stood out in the sun.

And cried until the chickens

And the ducks began to run;

Old Towser in his kennel.

Growled in an angry tone,

Til en burst his chain, and Whimpy

Was left there, all alone.

Whimpy, little Whimpy,

Cried, and cried, and cried.

Soon the sunlight vanished,

Flowers began to hide;

Birdies stopped their singing,

Frogs began to croak.

Darkness came! and Whimpy

Found crying was no joke.

Whimpy, little Whimpy,

Never'll forget the day

When his grandma couldn't stand it,

And his mother ran away.

He was waiting by the window,

When they all came home to tea,

And a gladder boy than Whimpy

You never need hope to see.

by Mary Mapes Dodge