Little Miss Brag

Little Miss Brag has much to say     To the rich little lady from over the way     And the rich little lady puts out a lip     As she looks at her own white, dainty slip,     And wishes that she could wear a gown     As pretty as gingham of faded brown!     For little Miss Brag she lays much stress     On the privileges of a gingham dress -     "Aha,     Oho!"     The rich little lady from over the way     Has beautiful dolls in vast array;     Yet she envies the raggedy home-made doll     She hears our little Miss Brag extol.     For the raggedy doll can fear no hurt     From wet, or heat, or tumble, or dirt!     Her nose is inked, and her mouth is, too,     And one eye's black and the other's blue -     "Aha,     Oho!"     The rich little lady goes out to ride     With footmen standing up outside,     Yet wishes that, sometimes, after dark     Her father would trundle her in the park; -     That, sometimes, her mother would sing the things     Little Miss Brag says her mother sings     When through the attic window streams     The moonlight full of golden dreams -     "Aha,     Oho!"     Yes, little Miss Brag has much to say     To the rich little lady from over the way;     And yet who knows but from her heart     Often the bitter sighs upstart -     Uprise to lose their burn and sting     In the grace of the tongue that loves to sing     Praise of the treasures all its own!     So I've come to love that treble tone -     "Aha,     Oho!"