Vacation
by Verda Bastian
April 27, 1909 (Age 12)

Vacation is almost here,
The happiest time of the year,
And children will play,
All the live long day.

The birds sing so sweet,
Flowers are growing at our feet,
And the cool April wind blows,
Where the little brook flows.

We’ll say farewell
To the dear old bell;
And as well to the gong;
And hope to sing the dear old song.