What is it that makes little Emily cry?
Come then, let mamma wipe the tear from her eye:
There -- lay down your head on my bosom -- that's right,
And now tell mamma what's the matter to-night.
What! Emmy is sleepy, and tired with play?
Come, Betty, make haste then, and fetch her away;
But do not be fretful, my darling; you know
Mamma cannot love little girls that are so.
She shall soon go to bed and forget it all there
Ah! here's her sweet smile come again, I declare:
That's right, for I thought you quite naughty before.
Good night, my dear child, but don't fret any more.
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Comments1Just read this lovely poem for my English homework 📚! Really like the lines "Emmy is sleepy, and tired with play? Come, Betty, make haste then, and fetch her away." It reminded me of when I get tired after a long day of school and play. The whole poem has a really comforting and soothing kind of vibe. A good reminder to not fuss too much! 😄✨