Cinderella; Or, The Little Glass Slipper, and Other Stories

MYSELF.

     One little head so smooth and round,
     With soft hair covered, golden or brown,
     One little forehead smooth and white,
     Two little eye-brows dark or light.
     Two little eyes that we see through.
     See us looking, now, at you?
     Two little cheeks so plump and round,
     Where the red rose of health is found.
     Two little ears where sound comes in;
     One little nose and mouth and chin.
     Rows of little teeth all in white;
     Ready for use when lunch is in sight.
     One little tongue kind words to say—
     Bright little smiles which round them play.
     One little head where all are seen.
     One little neck which stands between
     Head and shoulders to hold them fast.
     Now are we ready to find, at last,
     One little body with arms and hands
     Two legs and two feet on which it stands.