“Well, of course, it isn’t a real rhyme,” said Kitty, looking thoughtful; “it’s just a sort of a joke rhyme. That’s why I like it so much. Now, Rosy Posy, I’ll read yours.”
“Ess, Kitty; wead it out loud to me.”
“I want my Rosy Posy,
Yes, I do!
I want to cuddle cosy
Just with you.
I want my little girlie,
Pink and white;
Hair so soft and curly,
Eyes so bright.