MAGPIE TALES 91
Ophelia, where are you off to now?
You really are rather a pain!
You’ve gone out with practically nothing on,
Do you want to go dotty again?
I must go to the top of the hill again,
Where the top of the hill meets the sky;
I painted those chairs weeks ago,
I wonder if they’re dry.
(Forgive me Masefield.
Sorry, Frances; after seeing yours, I had to have a go)