Our Street [poem by C. J. Dennis]

[Editor: This poem by C. J. Dennis was published in A Book for Kids, 1921.]

Our Street

In our street, the main street
Running thro’ the town,
You see a lot of busy folk
Going up and down:

Bag men and basket men,
Men with loads of hay,
Buying things and selling things
And carting things away.

The butcher is a funny man,
He calls me Dandy Dick;
The baker is a cross man,
I think he’s often sick;

The fruiterer’s a nice man,
He gives me apples, too;
The grocer says, “Good morning, boy,
What can I do for you?”

Of all the men in our street
I like the cobbler best,
Tapping, tapping at his last
Without a minute’s rest;

Talking all the time he taps,
Driving in the nails,
Smiling with his old grey eyes —
(Hush) . . . telling fairy tales.



Source:
C. J. Dennis. A Book for Kids, Angus & Robertson, Sydney, [1921], page 28

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