Mary - MacHiavel

I’m Mary

I’m three

I’m older than my brother

To day I go to school with my mother

She told me

I could be happy

And I’ve put my new dress on

But what ‘s going on?

We went into such a big home

Then mother left me all alone

A lady who’s name was Mrs Trade

Said to me"Mary don’t be afraid"

Mother, mother take me back home

She told us a lot of nice stories

It was so funny

But when I spilled my milk on the book

She flared up and give me a bad look

The afternoom we went to the playground

There were many torps all around

But when I tried to taste the sand

Raging Mrs Trade tapped my hand

Suddenly a ball hit my head

Such a pain and I lost my midday’s bread

All the children were laughing

Alone with my tears I was thinking:

«Mother, mother take me back home»