From morning till night it was Lucy's delight <br />To chatter and talk without stopping: <br />There was not a day but she rattled away, <br />Like water for ever a-dropping. <br /> <br />No matter at all if the subjects were small, <br />Or not worth the trouble of saying, <br />'Twas equal to her, she would talking prefer <br />To working, or reading, or playing. <br /> <br />You'll think now, perhaps, that there would have been gaps, <br />If she had not been wonderfully clever: <br />That her sense was so great, and so witty her pate, <br />It would be forthcoming for ever; <br /> <br />But that's quite absurd, for have you not heard <br />That much tongue and few brains are connected? <br />That they are supposed to think least who talk most, <br />And their wisdom is always suspected? <br /> <br />While Lucy was young, had she bridled her tongue, <br />With a little good sense and exertion, <br />Who knows, but she might now have been our delight, <br />Instead of our jest and aversion?<br /><br />Ann Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-chatterbox/
