Funny little face.

Never wears a smile;

Two wooden legs,

Couldn’t walk a mile.


Stupid little head

Only made of wood;

Yet does her duty

As everybody should.


Sets her tiny teeth

And won’t let go,

Never mind how fiercely

The wind may blow.


She’s a very useful

Good old friend of mine;

Little Mistress Peggy,

Of the laundry line.

By Charlotte Druitt Cole.