First she come to our house, <br />Tommy run and hid; <br />And Emily and Bob and me <br />We cried jus' like we did <br />When Mother died,--and we all said <br />'At we all wisht 'at we was dead! <br /> <br />And Nurse she couldn't stop us, <br />And Pa he tried and tried,-- <br />We sobbed and shook and wouldn't look, <br />But only cried and cried; <br />And nen someone--we couldn't jus' <br />Tell who--was cryin' same as us! <br /> <br />Our Stepmother! Yes, it was her, <br />Her arms around us all-- <br />'Cause Tom slid down the bannister <br />And peeked in from the hall.-- <br />And we all love her, too, because <br />She's purt nigh good as Mother was!<br /><br />James Whitcomb Riley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-stepmother/
