"Tingling!" of a bell summoned the maid
with her prim white apron, starched and staid,
as gown and bodice it overlayed.
"Open the window", the little girl said
"I need a breeze to cool my head
while I lie here in this rumpled bed."
" But what ails you, mistress mine,
on this day so fair and fine,
when all are greeting summertime?"
And she drew the curtains, swish and swish,
and opened the window, feeling churlish.
"What will such laziness accomplish?"
"For lazybones you are, I say!
You're no more sick than I this day;
let's get you up and out to play!"
And through the window beamed the Sun.
"Come follow me; we'll have some fun
You'll soon feel better, little one!"
His sunbeams danced across the floor.
"Well" said the maiden. "If you're sure.
I'll meet you soon, outside my door!"
Written for Mary over at IGWRT's