Kids Poems » My Dear Little Maid

THERE is a sweet maiden asleep by the sea,
Her lips are as red as a cherry ;
The roses are resting upon her brown cheeks-
Her cheeks that are brown as a berry.

She's tired of building up castles of sand,
Her hands they are gritty and grubby ;
Her shoes, they are wet, and her legs, they are bare,
Her legs that are sturdy and chubby.

I'll wrap a shawl round you, my dear little maid,
To keep the wind off you completely,
And soft I will sing you a lullaby song,
And soon you will slumber most sweetly.

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