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: