A Whingwang Sonnet Of An Easter Bonnet
(Written for Cousin Marian Stoner.)
Once there was a little girl,
But she didn't have a curl,
Though she had an Easter-bonnet
With ostrich plumes and flowers on it,
Since like her mother she aspired
A la mode to be attired.
But when she rose on Easter morn
With deepest grief her heart was torn,
For oh, alas! the rain was falling
In torrents great; to her appalling,
As well she knew 'twould spoil her bonnet
With ostrich plumes and flowers on it.
Her hair in papers she had worn
The whole night through and tortures borne
In hopes to have a curl or two
To wear beneath her bonnet new.
But now, alas, the horrid rain
Would make her hair all straight again.
And so with fear of straightened hair,
Which might cause folks to laugh and stare,
And likewise to protect her bonnet
With ostrich plumes and flowers on it,
She thought it best to stay away
From Sabbath school on Easter day.