Cheer up

Dear Mago,
I apparently still need you. Thanks for leaving me with more unpublished pages of your yellow legal pad. Thanks for helping me through this time of sorrow.

XXXV
Cheer up my pretty Susie,
Don't scowl so much and frown
Nor sit as though you thought the world
Were really upside down.


XXXVI
Little Tim sat on the fence
And looked so sad and blue
He sighed and said to Ferdinand,
"What ever shall I do?"

"I must go to the city;
MY vacation here is o'er
I'll have to ...bid you all farewell, (leave you once again)
And over schoolbooks pour.

Together we can't roam the fields
And sniff the lovely flowers,
Nor pick a bunch of violets
In fragrant, shady bowers.

I can't run barefoot in the sand
I must wear shoes and tie,
And I'm so goshed unhappy
If it weren't sissy, I would cry.

Your loving granddaughter