"One Two Three"  By: Henry Cuyler Bunner

It was an old old old old lady,

 And a boy that was half-past three;

 And the way that they played together

 was beautiful to see.

 

She couldn't go romping and jumping,

And the boy no more could he

For he was a thin little fellow,

With a thin littel twisted knee.

 

They sat in the yellow sunlight,

Out under the maple tree;

And the game the game they played i'll tell you

just as it was told to me.

 

It was hide-and-go-seek they were playing

though you'd never have know it to be

Whith an old old old old lady

And a boy with a twisted knee

 

The boy would bend his fase down

On his little sound right knee;

And he guesse were she was hiding

In guesses One,Two Tree.

 

"You are in the china closet"

He would laugh and cry with glee-

It wasn't the china closet

But he still had two and three

 

"You are up in papa's big bed room,

in the chest with the queer old key!"

and she said 'you are warmer and warmer

but you're not quite right" said she

 

"It can't be in the little cupboard

were mama's things used to be-

So it must be in the closthespress gran'ma!"

And he found her with his Three.

 

Then she covered her face with her fingers,

That were wrinkled and white and wee,

And she guessed were he was hiding,

With a one and a two and a Three.

And they never had stirred from there places

Right under the maple tree-

This old, old, old, old lady

This dear, dear, dear old lady

And the boy who was half-past three.

Sloan