Dutch Katrina is so good!
In the kitchen’s brightness
Makes us sugar things to eat,
Cakes of fairy lightness;
Keeps us laughing all the while
With a song or fable;
Tells us of the Tulip Land
As she lays the table.
Now the work is done tonight
And the fire is dying
When we come to look for you,
’Trina, you are crying!
Shadows deep behind you;
’Trina, light the lamp and sing;
See, we came to find you!
All out doors is mine for play
Green miles without an end,
And each small cloud that floats this way,
My little cotton friend—
