End of Fun
End of Fun
Poem
Rover lies all in a heap
Fast asleep;
No more fun in food or play-
Jimmie's gone away,
School began to-day!
You big folks that make the rules
For the schools,
Can't you see things Rover's way?
Can't you let a fellow play?
Jimmie's up and gone
With his school-clothes on;
End of summer, end of play,
Jimmie's gone away-
School began to-day!
Notes
Written by Annette Wynne.
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