I'd like to spend long hours at home
With a small child to bother me.
I'd take her out to see the shops
And fuss about my husband's tea.
Instead of this I spend my days
In noisy schoolrooms, harsh and bare.
Unloved am I, since people give
Too many children to my care.
More verses by Lesbia Harford
- Whenever I Think Of You, You Are Alone
- I Love To See
- In This Little School
- O You, Dear Trees, You Have Learned So Much Of Beauty
- Do You Remember Still The Little Song
