Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, MRS. WINKLESTEINER, by DOROTHY E. REID


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MRS. WINKLESTEINER, by                    
First Line: Mrs. Winklesteiner / made songs in her head
Last Line: Never sing at all.
Subject(s): Mothers; Singing & Singers


Mrs. Winklesteiner
Made songs in her head;
You went to get eggs,
You got songs instead,

Or a song about eggs
And the eggs in a sack.
It wasn't very long
Till you hurried right back.

Mrs. Winklesteiner
Sat around the room;
Her three brown daughters
Were handy with the broom,

And handy with the iron,
And handy with the bread,
But Mrs. Winklesteiner
Made songs in her head.

"Little birdie in the tree,
Chirp a song to me."

"Red cow sitting in the sun
Waiting for farmer to come."

"Eggs so smooth and round,
Hens lay them on the ground."

Mrs. Winklesteiner's
Been a long time dead,
And all the songs she knew
Are cold in her head.

You go after eggs
And the eggs are in a sack;
It isn't very often
That you want to go back

Where the birds still chirp,
And the hens still call,
And the three brown daughters
Never sing at all.





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