Peachblow Feet And Tumbledown

                                                      
                                                                               Irene Cone

Peachblow feet and tumbledown

Knoweth neither lie nor frown;

Life is but a full blown rose,

Just the color of her toes.

Peachblow feet and Tumbledown

Liveth here in our town;

And her rosy-posy face

Knoweth all the populace;

Knoweth everyone in town,

Peachblow feet and tumbledown.

Toddler o’er the carpet brown,

Peachblow feet and Tumbledown.

Vainly doth she strive to walk,

Vainly doth she strive to talk,

And the only person there,

Is that youngster, I declare!

Ruleth she with iron hand,

All who in her presence stand;

Queen is she of all the town,

Peachblow feet and Tumbledown.

March 18, ‘94

Camb. Chronicle

Peachblow: a pale orange yellow that is slightly redder, lighter, and stronger than sunset and redder and stronger than freestone —called also fakir