Estella

Estella is as good as gold—
She always does as she is told—
Her pinafore is always clean,
Her shoes the shiniest I’ve seen.

Her nose is straight, so is her hair,
She’s not untidy anywhere,
And if she knocks against me, she
Bows low and whispers, “Pardon me.”

Her lessons they are always done
Before she has her play and fun;
And everything is put away—
Estella says it’s part of play.

She hates to play and make a noise:
She says that we are girls, not boys.
She will not even ride a bike—
You see, it’s so unladylike.

And when she comes to Sunday tea
She never eats as much as me;
She says it is an ugly sight
To see a vulgar appetite.

Estella says, “I want to grow
As noble as Mamma, you know,”
And Mother says to me, “My dear,
I’m glad to have Estella here.”

The very thought gives me a fright,
It is a nightmare in the night.
However can I go and tell her
I simply hate and loathe Estella?