One which fell to the lot of a dainty little golden-haired girl ran thus:
| Your cheeks are red, your eyes are blue; Your hair is gold, your heart is too. |
Another which was applied to a specially good-humoured maiden read thus:
| The longer you live the sweeter you’ll grow; Your fair cup of joy shall have no trace of woe. |
But some of the girls had special hopes or interests, and these Patty touched upon. An aspiring music lover was thus warned:
| If you would really learn to play, Pray practice seven hours a day, And then perhaps at last you may. |
And an earnest art student received this somewhat doubtful encouragement:
| You’ll try to paint in oil, And your persistent toil, Will many a canvas spoil. |
Patty’s own verse was a little hit at her dislike for study, and her taste in another direction: