A Long-Felt Want

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One day wee Willie and his dog
  Sprawled on the nursery floor.
He had a florist's catalogue,
  And turned the pages o'er,

Till all at once he gave a spring,
  "Hurrah!" he cried with joy;
"Mamma, here's just the very thing
  To give your little boy!

"For when we fellows go to school,
  We lose our things, you know;
And in that little vestibule
  They do get mixed up so.

"And as you often say you can't
  Take care of 'em for me,
Why don't you buy a _rubber plant_,
  And an _umbrella tree_?"

© Carolyn Wells