The Child That Needs a Nature-Study Teacher 



" Good-f or-Nothing Little Me" 

 Frances Shaw 



O, good-for-nothing little me, 



My stuns I cannot do, 



I'd love to please Miss Jones, you see, 



I always smile when she looks at me, 

 * * * 



There's a tiny bird in the apple tree 

 It's blue, it's blue, it's blue. 



My Mother'll be so 'shamed of me 



Why ever, I can't think, 



I left my hat at home you see 



And my curls are mussed as mussed can be, 



* * * 



There's something else in the apple treee, 

 It's pink, it's pink, it's pink. 



The page ? It's something — thirty-three, 



I guess mine isn't right 



I was drawing elves in my book, you see, 



I couldn't hear when you spoke to me, 



* * * 



There's a cloud just over the apple tree 

 It's white, it's white, it's white. 



I'm just as sorry as I can be, 

 I'm 'fraid you'll have to scold, 

 I learned the little poem, you see, 



Instead of the words that begin with "t," 



* * * 



There's a wonderful light in the apple tree, 

 It's gold, it's gold, it's gold. 



Poor little good-for-nothing little me, 



I've got to turn my back, 



To shut them out and away from me, 



Those lovely things in the apple tree, 



* * * 



And the mark that she has given me, 

 It's black, it's black, it's black. 

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