Poem: Runaway Brook

"Stop, stop, pretty water!" Said Mary one day, To a frolicsome brook, That was running away.

"You run on so fast! I wish you would stay; My boat and my flowers You will carry away.

"But I will run after: Mother says that I may; For I would know where You are running away."

So Mary ran on; But I have heard say, That she never could find Where the brook ran away.