Little Miss Brag
Little Miss Brag has much to sayTo the rich little lady from over the wayAnd the rich little lady puts out a lipAs she looks at her own white, dainty slip,And wishes that she could wear a gownAs pretty as gingham of faded brown!For little Miss Brag she lays much stressOn the privileges of a gingham dress—“Aha,Oho!”
The rich little lady from over the wayHas beautiful dolls in vast array;Yet she envies the raggedy home-made dollShe hears our little Miss Brag extol.For the raggedy doll can fear no hurtFrom wet, or heat, or tumble, or dirt!Her nose is inked, and her mouth is, too,And one eye’s black and the other’s blue—“Aha,Oho!”
The rich little lady goes out to rideWith footmen standing up outside,Yet wishes that, sometimes, after darkHer father would trundle her in the park;—That, sometimes, her mother would sing the thingsLittle Miss Brag says her mother singsWhen through the attic window streamsThe moonlight full of golden dreams—“Aha,Oho!”
Yes, little Miss Brag has much to sayTo the rich little lady from over the way;And yet who knows but from her heartOften the bitter sighs upstart—Uprise to lose their burn and stingIn the grace of the tongue that loves to singPraise of the treasures all its own!So I’ve come to love that treble tone—“Aha,Oho!”