Little Climber

Little climber climbs all day,

Climbs and climbs and climbs away;

Climbs the tables and the chairs

Climbs the settees and the stairs;

Climbs where’er she oughtn’t to,

Climbs and climbs the whole day through.

Little climber out of doors

Climbs and faithfully explores;

Climbs the trees to catch the birds,

Climbs in spite of warning words.

Climbs the fences and the walls,

Climbs and climbs and never falls.

Little climber, comes the night

When the fairies fade from sight,

Climbs upon her mother knee,

Just the place she ought to be.

Then is little climber done

Till the morrow morning’s sun.

Nov. 18, 1899

                                                       

                                                                                 Irene Cone on the right