Nathalia Crane
was 10 years old in 1927
A little girl from Brooklyn.
And she published her first book of poems.
In-sane. This girl was 10 years old and she was "dutifully shiver(ing) in bed??"
Talk about beyond her years...
The Janitor's Boy
Oh I'm in love with the janitor's boy,
And the janitor's boy loves me;
He's going to hunt for a desert isle
In our geography.
A desert isle with spicy trees
Somewhere near Sheepshead bay;
A right nice place, just fit for two
Where we can live alway.
Oh I'm in love with the janitor's boy
He's busy as he can be;
And down in the cellar he's making a raft
Out of an old settee.
He'll carry me off, I know that he will,
For his hair is exceedingly red;
And the only thing that occurs to me
Is to dutifully shiver in bed.
The day that we sail, I shall leave this brief note,
For my parents I hate to annoy:
"I have flown away to an isle in the bay
With the janitor's red-haired boy."
And the janitor's boy loves me;
He's going to hunt for a desert isle
In our geography.
A desert isle with spicy trees
Somewhere near Sheepshead bay;
A right nice place, just fit for two
Where we can live alway.
Oh I'm in love with the janitor's boy
He's busy as he can be;
And down in the cellar he's making a raft
Out of an old settee.
He'll carry me off, I know that he will,
For his hair is exceedingly red;
And the only thing that occurs to me
Is to dutifully shiver in bed.
The day that we sail, I shall leave this brief note,
For my parents I hate to annoy:
"I have flown away to an isle in the bay
With the janitor's red-haired boy."
a diamond day.
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