Poem by Josephine Preston Peabody

Polite Visitor

I feel polite, outside the door;
  But when it should begin,
I can't remember Not to ask
  If just their Cat is in.

And if the Sun should sprinkle through
  Along the floor that way,
I can't remember what I do
  If I am Urged to Stay.

And when I've shaken hands all round,
  --No matter how I try,
I can't remember Not to go
  And Kiss their Dog good-by,
  --Good-by,
  --Good-by!

Yes, thank you, please.--They're Very Well;
  --I think I'd better go.

Yes, thank you, please. I'm always late;
  My Mother told me so.
Yes, thank you!--If I Have to Bring
  A message,--yes, I'll come;
--And if your Bird will only Sing;
  --And when your Cat is home.

1. The Sorrows
2. Spinning in April
3. Church-Time
4. Little Side-Streets
5. The Play's the Thing

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