Roller-Skating

Sing a song of roller-skates! Spring is in the land!Peanuts in my pocket, and my hockey-stick in hand.Up the slope, and down the slope, and roundabout the park!1f Nurse would wait, I ‘d roller-skate from breakfast-time till dark.

Roller-skating, roller-skating all the afternoon.Time to go? Now, are you sure it ’s five o’clock so soon?Wheel we home and kick off skates beside the hall-boy’s seat.Dear, oh dear, I feel so queer—as though I ‘d lost my feet!

Gentlemen drive motor-cars; babies use a “p’ram”;Trolleys are for working-folk where they squeeze and jam:Ladies ride on horseback up and down the Mall;Boys of eight can roller-skate, and that ’s the best of all!