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