10 Songs

My mother cut it out for me 
And started it so I could see; 
And then she turned some edges in 
And let me take it to begin. 
I made it. But did not know 
How very hard it is to sew, 
I took a long time for that stitch, 
And now it's there,  I don't know which 
is better.  But not one is small, 
And they are not like at all. 
That side was verу hard to fix; 
And then the needle always pricks, 
But you must hold it and take care; 
Because the point is always there. 
And knots keep coming, by and by; 
And then, no matter how you try, 
The thread comes out of its old eye. 
But some way, now, I have it done,
I think it is a pretty one.

I wish she would not ask me if I love the
Kitten more than her.
Of course I love her. But I love the Kitten
too: and It has fur.

I'm always glad when Andrew comes.
If only I am there,
He stays a while and talks to me,
As if he did not care.
He took me to some Music once,
When it was all for me;
And O, I had a splendid time!
And he said,so did he.
It lasts, as if the Music still,
Went round and round the sky:
He said he had a good time,too,
And I said,so did I!

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.

I never saw the hills so far, 
And blue, the way the pictures are; 
And flowers. flowers, growing thick, 
But not one for me to pick! 

The land was running from the train, 
All blur through the windowpane; 
And then it all looked flat and still, 
When up there jumped a fittle hill! 

I saw the windows, and the spires, 
And sparrows sitting on the wires, 
And fences running up and down; 
And then we cut straight through a town 

I saw a Valley, like a cup; 
And ponds that twinkled, and dried up. 
I counted meadows that were burnt; 
And there were trees, and then there werent! 

We crossed the bridges with a roar, 
Then hummed the way we went before, 
And tunnels made it dark and light, 
Like penwork of day and night; 

Until I saw the chimneys rise, 
And lights and lights and lights, like eyes. 
And when they took me through the door, 
I heard it all begin to roar. 

I thought, as far as I could see, 
That ev'rybody wanted me!