THE BUSY LADY

We meet ev'ry week to make surgical dressings —

And one woman does it dead wrong;

I watched her a day — then I just had to say,

“My dear! If I may — that's too long!”

While I was explaining the teacher came by —

She's so cross that her mouth's just a line —

And found fault with me and my work....

After that

I'll mind no one's business but mine!

To-day I was filling my neighbor's slow mind

With War-Garden ideas and lore,

When a dog I do n't know just ruined mine — so

I'll not advise her any more!

Then a talk that I gave to the Home Service Group

On “Waste” was quite spoiled — though‘ twas fine —

By my bread burning up while I talked....

After this

I'll mind no one's business but mine!

At a lecture on “Hospital Units at Work”

A woman ( who looked fifty-three )

Ere the talk had begun started crying....

Her son

Has gone, she confided to me.

“But you should be brave and‘ buck up’,” I remarked.

“And yours?” she asked.... How did she divine

That I am not married?... Oh, well, after this

I'll mind no one's business — b-but mine!