The Day That Never Comes

I'm tired of waiting for " some day." Oh, when will it ever be here! I'ra sure I have waited and waited A good deal more than a year. Saturday, Snnday. and Monday, And all the rest oí the week Keep coming, and coming, and coming, But at " some day " I don't get a peek. I've looked all the almanac over. And showed every page to my doll ; And we're sure (how I hope we're mistaken !) " Some day " is not iu it at all. The things I'm to have on " some day " I couldu't half teil in au age : A tricycle, pony, a parrot, A birdie tliat sings in a cage. A cute little smutty-nosed pug-dog, The prcttiest tortoise-shell cat; And papa says, maybe, the measlee- I'm sure I don't care about that. Aud mama is going to take me To see lots of beautiful thlngs; And big brother Jack and Kitty Willgive me two lovely gold rings. And ■ some day " 111 find out the reaaon Of things I can't now uudarstand ; And some day" I '11 have a big dollv That can walk and liold 011 by my hand. Oh, I'm tired of waiting for " some dav " !- It makes me just cross, I declare. ' I m afraid, wheu it really does get lierc, I'll be a big girl and wón't care.