Creeps in the fox “Oh, I Forgot.”
Then hunt him out and to his den,
With “I-Will-Not-Forget-Again.”
A little fox is hidden there
Among my vines, named “I Don’t Care.”
Then let “I’m Sorry,” hunter true,
Chase him far from vines and you.
For a Little Girl.
I love my papa, that I do,
And mamma says she loves him too;