“I want some of the candy you
bought?”
“Candy makes your teeth rot.”
“Just a little piece?” I tease.
“Well, then, say please?”
My cousin, Ura May, was a softy,
Even when she was trying to be lofty.
“Come let me comb your hair?”
She waved a comb and pointed to chair.
“Why?” I knew it was impolite to sass,
“So you will be a lovely lass.”
“My hair is beautiful and neat,” I said.
She replied, “If you can ignore the rat’s head.”
Oh that was a terrible thing to think about.
The very thought of having rats to comb out,
But, it worked every time you see,
Ura May once more had me on her knee.
