The Chatterbox – Ann Taylor

💥 From morning till night, it was Lucy’s delight To chatter and talked without stopping:

There was not a day, but she rattled away, ✨

Like water forever a-dropping. ✨

No matter if the subjects were small, ✨

Or not worth the trouble of saying, ‘Twas equal to her, she would talking prefer ✨

To working, or reading, or playing. ✨

You’ll think now, perhaps, that there would have been gaps ✨

If she had not been wonderfully clever: ✨

Her sense was so great, and so witty her pate, ✨

Would be forthcoming forever; ✨

But that’s quite absurd, for have you not heard ✨

That much tongue and few brains are connected?😁

They are supposed to think least who talk most, ✨

And their wisdom is always suspected? ✨

While Lucy was young, had she bridled her tongue, 💥

With a bit of good sense and exertion, 💥

Who knows, but she might now have been our delight, ✨

Instead of our jest and aversion? 💥