One, Two, Three
There were an old, old, old, old lady,
And a boy that was just past three;
The way they played together
Was joyful, beautiful and peaceful to see.
Of course, she couldn’t go running and jumping,
And the boy, no more could he;
For he was a thin little fellow
With a thin little twisted knee, hard to get around.
They sat in the yellow twilight,
Out under the tree; on yard
And the easy game that they played,
For you I’ll tell this touching story.
It was the familiar Hide and Go Seek,
Though who’d never have known it to be
Such a game with an old, old, old, old lady,
And a boy just past three.
Then, the boy would bend his face down
On his one little sound knee,
And he’d guess where she was hiding,
In guesses One, Two, Three!
“You are in the cupboard, aren’t you?”
He would shout, and laugh with glee
But it wasn’t the cupboard; Ok,
Cause he still had Two and Three.
“You are up in Papa’s big bedroom,
