It Was

Dorothy Aldis

It Was

Let’s read together: It Was of Dorothy Aldis

When he came to tuck me in
And pat me on the head
He tried to guess (he always does)
Who was in my bed.

“Is it Sally?” he guessed first,
“Or her sister Joan?”
It’s such a wriggling little girl
It couldn’t be my own.

“It can’t be Mary Ann,” he said,
“Or Deborah because
All their eyes are much too blue…
My goodness me, I think it’s you!”
And he was right. It was.

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