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Ella Wheeler Wilcox - Dorothy D.
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I`m sick of "musn`ts," said Dorothy D.
Sick of musn`ts, as I can be.
From early dawn till the close of day
I hear a musn`t, and never a may.


It`s "you musn`t lie there like a sleepy head,"
And "you musn`t sit up when it`s time for bed."
"You musn`t cry when I comb your curls,"
"You musn`t play with those noisy girls."
"You musn`t be silent when spoken to,"
"You musn`t chatter as parrots do."
"You musn`t be pert, and you musn`t be proud,"
"You musn`t giggle or laugh aloud."
"You musn`t rumple your nice clean dress,"
"You musn`t nod, in the place of a `yes.`"


So all day long the musn`ts go,
Till I dream at night of a great black row,
Of goblin "musn`ts" with monstrous eyes
That stare at me in a shocked surprise.
Oh, I hope I will live to see the day
When some one will say to me, "Dear, you may."
For I`m sick of "musn`ts," said Dorthy D.
Sick of musn`ts, as I can be.
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