An Old Lady And A Little Boy
There was an old, old, old, old lady
And a boy that was half past three
And the way that they played together
Was beautiful to see.
She couldn't go running and jumping
And the boy, no more could he
For he was a lame little fellow
With a thin little twisted knee.
It was hide and go seek they were playing
Though you'd never guess it to be
This old, old, old, old lady
And the boy that was half past three.
- Gertrude (Mrs. Arthur) Isaacson
- circa mid 1970s
- photo 1986