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Edgar Guest - Practicing Time
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Always whenever I want to play
I`ve got to practice an hour a day,
Get through breakfast an` make my bed,
And Mother says: "Marjorie, run ahead!
There`s a time for work and a time for fun,
So go and get your practicing done."
And Bud, he chuckles and says to me:
"Yes, do your practicing, Marjorie."
A brother`s an awful tease, you know,
And he just says that `cause I hate it so.

They leave me alone in the parlor there
To play the scales or "The Maiden`s Prayer,"
And if I stop, Mother`s bound to call,
"Marjorie dear, you`re not playing at all!
Don`t waste your time, but keep right on,
Or you`ll have to stay when the hour is gone."
Or maybe the maid looks in at me
And says: "You`re not playing, as I can see.
Just hustle along--I`ve got work to do
And I can`t dust the room until you get through."

Then when I`ve run over the scales and things
Like "The Fairies` Dance," or "The Mountain Springs,"
And my fingers ache and my head is sore,
I find I must sit there a half hour more.
An hour is terribly long, I say,
When you`ve got to practice and want to play.
So slowly at times has the big hand dropped
That I was sure that the clock had stopped,
But Mother called down to me: "Don`t forget--
A full hour, please. It`s not over yet."

Oh, when I get big and have children, too,
There`s one thing that I will never do--
I won`t have brothers to tease the girls
And make them mad when they pull their curls
And laugh at them when they`ve got to stay
And practice their music an hour a day;
I won`t have a maid like the one we`ve got,
That likes to boss you around a lot;
And I won`t have a clock that can go so slow
When it`s practice time, `cause I hate it so.
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