“Popperty’s” Girl

Popperty’s girl has eyes of brown

     And her cheeks are round and pink;

Her hair is brown and soft as down,

     And curly as you could think.

Popperty’s girl can talk, ah yes,

     She talks from morning till night;

So good is she she climbs on my knee

     And offers to help me write.

Thus she steals my time day after day,

For popperty never could send her away.

It’s popperty this, and popperty that,

     And “popperty peet-a-boo”,

And “Popperty here”, and “popperty dear”,

     And “popperty boo woo woo!”

And then I hold her high in the air,

     And give her a gentle whirl;

And she laughs and crows,

               And pulls at my nose,

     For she is popperty’s girl!

                                     

                             June 6, ‘99

(Joe Cone)