THE WAY OF THE WORLD

Three little people from the big, big town

Gazed up into the tall, tall tree ;

“Look here ! Oh, look here !” cried they all. “How queer ;

What can those funny creatures be ?”

Wide, wide awake were the two solemn owls ;

They had slept all day at their ease.

Now they peered down below at the children in a row,

And muttered : “What on earth are these ?”

High, high from the sky the moon looked down.

“It’s very, very odd,” said he,

“That anyone should care to dwell down there

Instead of in the sky like me.”

But owls still go prowling in the deep, deep night,

When the children bundle home to their rest ;

And everyone, my dear, thinks the other one is queer.

‘T is a funny, funny world at the best.

Author : Frida Augusta Lucy Wolfe