Rascal Child

by Albert N. Shafer

She's a roguish little rascal,

Our young daughter aged just one;

She's a peck of care and worry,

But a ton of real live fun.

There is one thing true about her--

Till the night from early dawn

You will always find her playing
With but only one shoe on.

We will dress her in the morning

With white shoes and colored socks,

And we send her off to playing
With her toys and lettered blocks;

But in spite of where we put her,

In the house or on the lawn,

It will not be five full minutes

E'er she has but one shoe on.

We don't know just why she does it,

But it seems her first concern;

When we leave her by her lonesome,

She will pull and twist and turn

At her foot and shoe and laces

Till completely off it's drawn;

Then she gloats at her achievement--

Little scamp with one shoe on!

She is into every mischief;

How she keeps us on the run

Till it seems our nerves will crack and

Something drastic must be done;

But that roguish chuckle melts us

After pranks are done and gone--

Wouldn't trade her for a million!

Rascal child with one shoe on.