Her nine year old son would run around
constantly with his shirt tail waving in the breeze.
She asked her next door neighbour how she got her
three boys to always tuck their shirttails in neatly.
It's quite simple Louisa my dear
It will work ev'ry time never fear
Sew a delicate lace
On each shirttail's face
Be assured it will never appear
couldn't find a suitable picture and will wait for an objection to this one
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can't seem to find a reason to object!
good for you a cursory look around for fault I would think