by Josephine Preston Peabody (1874 - 1922)
The Busy Child.
Language: English
I have so many things to do, I don't know when I shall be through: Today I had to watch the rain, Come sliding down the window pane. And I was humming all the time, Around my head, a kind of rhyme; And blowing softly on the glass To see the dimness come and pass. I made a picture, with my breath Rubbed out to show the underneath I built a city on the floor, And then I went and was a War And I escaped from square to square That's greenest on the carpet there, Until at last I came to Us: But it was very dangerous, Because if I had stepped outside, I made believe I should have died! And now I have the boat to mend, And all our supper to pretend. I am so busy ev 'ry day, I haven't any time to play.
Text Authorship:
- by Josephine Preston Peabody (1874 - 1922) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Grace Chadbourne , as Grace Wassalls, "The Busy Child.", published 1904 [ voice and piano ], from 10 Songs, no. 4, Cincinnati : John Church Company [sung text not yet checked]
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This text was added to the website: 2025-07-11
Line count: 22
Word count: 148