THE GOLDEN ARM
(My Story)
Once there were two
sisters, June and Edna.
June, the older one,
had a golden arm.
She was very proud of it
and liked it even better
than her real arm.
Every night June told Edna:
“If something happens
and I die,
don’t forget to bury me
with my golden arm.”
“I promise,” Edna told her.
When June was very old,
She got sick and died.
Edna buried her sister,
but forgot the golden arm.
It was left under the covers
in June’s bed.
from the cemetery,
it started to snow and blow.
Edna got home, but felt so cold
that she crawled into June’s bed
to warm herself up.
because the golden arm was there
and it was as cold as ice.
Outside the wind squealed,
and Edna heard a voice moaning,
“W-h-e-e-r-e’-s my g-o-l-d-e-n
a-a-a-r-m?”
Edna pulled the covers
over her head.
But it was no use.
It came from the road:
“W-h-e-e-r-e’-s my …”
and from the porch:
“… g-o-l-d-e-n …”
and at the door:
“… a-a-a-r-m?”
wailed under the door,
“W-H-E-E-R-E’-S MY
G-O-L-D-E-N A-A-A-R-M?”
Edna shivered.
Then she peeked out.
And – it jumped.…
YOU’VE GOT IT!!!
