This strip immediately reminded me of Sarah Henderson Hay’s poem, “The Builders”. It is so like Lucy’s attitude. I think we all know people like this:
“The Builders
by Sara Henderson HayI told them a thousand times if I told them once:Stop fooling around, I said, with straw and sticks;They won’t hold up; you’re taking an awful chance.Brick is the stuff to build with, solid bricks.You want to be impractical, go ahead.But just remember, I told them; wait and see.You’re making a big mistake. Awright, I said,But when the wolf comes, don’t come running to me.
The funny thing is, they didn’t. There they sat,One in his crummy yellow shack, and oneUnder his roof of twigs, and the wolf ateThem, hair and hide. Well, what is done is done.But I’d been willing to help them, all along,If only they’d once admitted they were wrong."
This strip immediately reminded me of Sarah Henderson Hay’s poem, “The Builders”. It is so like Lucy’s attitude. I think we all know people like this:
“The Builders
by Sara Henderson HayI told them a thousand times if I told them once:Stop fooling around, I said, with straw and sticks;They won’t hold up; you’re taking an awful chance.Brick is the stuff to build with, solid bricks.You want to be impractical, go ahead.But just remember, I told them; wait and see.You’re making a big mistake. Awright, I said,But when the wolf comes, don’t come running to me.
The funny thing is, they didn’t. There they sat,One in his crummy yellow shack, and oneUnder his roof of twigs, and the wolf ateThem, hair and hide. Well, what is done is done.But I’d been willing to help them, all along,If only they’d once admitted they were wrong."