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Edgar Guest - The Things They Musn`t Touch
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Been down to the art museum an` looked at a thousand things,
The bodies of ancient mummies an` the treasures of ancient kings,
An` some of the walls were lovely, but some of the things weren`t much,
But all had a rail around `em, an` all wore a sign "Don`t touch."
Now maybe an art museum needs guards and a warning sign
An` the hands of the folks should never paw over its treasures fine;
But I noticed the rooms were chilly with all the joys they hold,
An` in spite of the lovely pictures, I`d say that the place is cold.
An` somehow I got to thinkin` of many a home I know
Which is kept like an art museum, an` merely a place for show;
They haven`t railed off their treasures or posted up signs or such,
But all of the children know it—there`s a lot that they mustn`t touch.
It`s hands off the grand piano, keep out of the finest chair,
Stay out of the stylish parlor, don`t run on the shiny stair;
You may look at the velvet curtains which hang in the stately hall,
But always and ever remember, they`re not to be touched at all.
"Don`t touch!" for an art museum, is proper enough, I know,
But my children`s feet shall scamper wherever they want to go,
And I want no rare possessions or a joy which has cost so much,
From which I must bar the children and tell them they "mustn`t touch."
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