The Poetry Corner

Willy And His Sister.

By Kate Greenaway

Willy said to his sister, "Please may I go with you?" She said, "You must behave Very nicely if you do." "Please will you take me then To look at the mill?" "Yes," she said, "because you are So very good I will." "The miller he is So very white and kind; And sprinkled all over With the flour they grind. "And the big heaps of corn That lie upon the floor; He will let me play with those I am quite sure. "I like to hear the wheel Make such a rushing sound, And see the pretty water Go round, and round, and round. "So take me to the mill, For then you shall see What a very, very good boy I really mean to be."