Dora 
 
 
Dora steals across the floor 
Tiptoe; 
Opens then her rosy door, 
Peeps out. 
‘Nobody! And where shall I 
Skip to?’ 
Dora, diving daintily, 
Creeps out. 
 
‘To the woodland! Shall I find 
Crowtoe, 
Violet, jessamine! I'll bind 
Garlands 
Fancy I'm a princess. Where 
Go to? 
Persia, China, Finistere? 
Far lands!’ 
 
Pity Dora! Only one 
Daisy 
Did she find. The sulking sun 
Slept still. 
Dora stamped her foot. Aurora 
Lazy 
Stirred not. Hush! A footstep. Dora 
Kept still.