Author Lesbia Harford Child Sun Why will you play Peep Bo Now in, now out The workroom window so? True 'tis That there are children here; But they've no time To play Peep Bo, my dear. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Reviews Post review No reviews yet. Log in or register to post comments