Sing a song of roller-skates! Spring is in the land! Peanuts in my pocket, and my hockey-stick in hand. Up the slope, and down the slope, and roundabout the park! 1f Nurse would wait, I ‘d roller-skate from breakfast-time till dark.
Roller-skating, roller-skating all the afternoon. Time to go? Now, are you sure it ’s five o’clock so soon? Wheel we home and kick off skates beside the hall-boy’s seat. Dear, oh dear, I feel so queer—as though I ‘d lost my feet!
Gentlemen drive motor-cars; babies use a “p’ram”; Trolleys are for working-folk where they squeeze and jam: Ladies ride on horseback up and down the Mall; Boys of eight can roller-skate, and that ’s the best of all!
“SING A SONG OF ROLLER-SKATES! SPRING IS IN THE LAND!”
