Carolyn Wells (1869-1942 / the United States)
A Long-Felt Want
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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