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Title: Untidy Amanda
Author: Katharine Pyle [
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A naughty child Amanda was;--
She would not comb her hair;
Though it was rough and tangled, too,
Amanda did not care;
And when mamma the matted locks
Would fain have brushed and tied,
Amanda only pushed away
Her hand and stamped and cried.
But listen now! It chanced one time
Mamma had gone away.
Amanda she had left at home
All by herself that day.
Then someone rattled at the latch;--
Amanda heard him there;--
She heard him shutting fast the door
And creeping up the stair;--
Someone with scissors in his hand,
And dreadful gleaming eyes;
"Where is that child who will not comb
The tangles out?" he cries.
In vain Amanda shrieks and runs,
He has her by the hair;
Snip-snap! the shining scissors go
And leave her head quite bare.
Now when mamma comes home again,
Ah, what is her surprise
To see Amanda's naked head
And note her tearful eyes;
And now lest she a cold should catch
A nightcap she must wear,
And when her locks have grown again
I'm sure she'll comb her hair.
[The end]
Katharine Pyle's poem: Untidy Amanda
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