Mollie and the Unwiseman Abroad, Page 2

  FOREWORD

  INTRODUCING TWO HEROES AND A HEROINE

  I.

  There were three little folks, and one was fair-- Oh a rare little maid was she. Her eyes were as soft as the summer air, And blue as the summer sea. Her locks held the glint of the golden sun; And her smile shed the sweets of May; Her cheek was of cream and roses spun, And dimpled the livelong day.

  II.

  The second, well he was a rubber-doll, Who talked through a whistling hat. His speech ran over with folderol, But his jokes they were never flat. He squeaked and creaked with his heart care-free Such things as this tale will tell, But whether asleep or at work was he The little maid loved him well.

  III.

  The third was a man--O a very queer man! But a funny old chap was he. From back in the time when the world began His like you never did see. The things he'd "know," they were seldom so, His views they were odd and strange, And his heart was filled with the genial glow Of love for his kitchen range.

  IV.

  Now the three set forth on a wondrous trip To visit the lands afar; And what befel on the shore, and ship, As she sailed across the bar, These tales will make as plain as the day To those who will go with me And follow along in the prank and play Of these, my travellers three.