The Brownies

There's two little Brownies in our house
And when we are fast asleep
Early in the morning
These little Brownies creep
First, the fire will brightly glow
Then the room will warmer grow
For these little Brownies are busy
Busy as Brownies you know
One is a little girl of seven
The other a little boy of eleven. *

*As Mother rose one morning to build a fire in the wood stove, she discovered Robert and Fern, up before her, working away to help her, so she sat down and wrote this poem for them.