For Barbara Brooks--When Papa was away at sea,-and Mama in the arbor,-Ida played her wonder hornto rock the baby still -but never watched.-So the goblins came.They pushed their way inand pulled baby out,leaving another all made of ice.-Poor Ida, never knowing, hugged the changelingand she murmured: "How I love you."-The ice thing only dripped and... Continua a leggere →