And toss her head so queenly,
And, when she's weary, fall asleep
And slumber so serenely.
She has a cunning kind of way
Of looking sly and witty,
As if to say, in baby words,
"I know I'm very pretty."
She bites her "mammy," scratches "nurse,"
And makes droll mouths at "pappy;"
We can but love the roguish thing,