Weather

Whether the weather is fine
Or whether the weather is not
Whether the weather is cold
Or whether the weather is hot
We'll weather the weather
Whatever the weather
Whether we like it or not

What is the matter with Mary Jane

What is the matter with Mary Jane?
She's crying with all her might and main,
And she won't eat her dinner – rice pudding again.
What is the matter with Mary Jane?

What is the matter with Mary Jane?
I've promised her dolls and a daisy-chain,
And a book about animals – all in vain.
What is the matter with Mary Jane?

What is the matter with Mary Jane?
She's perfectly well, and she hasn't a pain;
But, look at her, now she's beginning again!
What is the matter with Mary Jane?

What is the matter with Mary Jane?
I've promised her sweets and a ride in the train,
And I've begged her to stop for a bit and explain.
What is the matter with Mary Jane?

What is the matter with Mary Jane?
She's perfectly well and she hasn't a pain,
And it's lovely rice pudding for dinner again!
What is the matter with Mary Jane?

Remembering Snow

I did not sleep last night.

The falling snow was beautiful and white.

I dressed, sneaked down the stairs

And opened wide the door.

I had not seen such snow before.

Our grubby little street had gone.

The world was brand-new, and everywhere

There was a pureness in the air.

I felt such peace.

Watching every flake

I felt more and more awake.

I thought I had learned all there was to know

About the trillion million different kinds

Of swirling frosty flakes of snow.

That was not so.

I did not know how vividly it lit

The world with such a peaceful glow.

Upstairs my mother slept.

I could not drag myself away from that sight

To call her down and have her share

The mute miracle of the snow.

It seemed to fall for me alone.

How beautiful our grubby little street had grown!