Wishes.

A poem by Kate Greenaway

Oh, if you were a little boy,
And I was a little girl--
Why you would have some whiskers grow
And then my hair would curl.

Ah! if I could have whiskers grow,
I'd let you have my curls;
But what's the use of wishing it--
Boys never can be girls.

Reader Comments

Tell us what you think of 'Wishes.' by Kate Greenaway

comments powered by Disqus

Home | Search | About this website | Contact | Privacy Policy