Summering

Little girls play with their dolls outside.

 Summering
by Blanche Elizabeth Wade

In summertime my dolls and I
Move out-of-doors when warm and dry.
Our carpets then are moss and grass;
A little pond, our looking glass.
Our summer home is near a wood,
And all the dolls are good as good.
We furnish all our house, you know,
With only things that near us grow.
Of burdocks are the chairs and beds,
With leaves for covers and for spreads.
Our dishes are the summer kinds,
And if they break, why no one minds!
Our plates are made of bark and stones.
The candlesticks are made of cones.
Our acorn cups and saucers, too,
We throw away when we are through.
Our teapots are the least bit odd,
For each one is a poppy pod,
With stems for handle and for spout--
The covers never tumble out.
And then we all sit down to dine,
And have a meadow-salad fine.
Our table is a stump that's flat,
And there we spread out this and that.
We wear long strings of daisies white,
And sit up straight to be polite.
Our earrings made of jewel weed,
Are very beautiful, indeed.
And all the dolls and I agree
That out-of-doors is the place to be!