The instant I’m born, though my frame is quite weak,
Most wondrous to utter, I smartly can speak;
My parents are pleased, and greatly rejoice,
And seem quite enraptured to hear my sweet voice;
But short, ah! too short is the time that I stay,
For when I’ve done speaking I languish away;
Yet this to my parents but seldom gives pain,
For they with a touch can call life back again!
Now all ye fair girls, and ye cheerful young swains,
Come search for my name and take me for your pains.