Lulu’s Complaint.
I’se a poor ’ittle sorrowful baby,
For B’idget is ’way down stairs:
My titten has scatched my fin’er,
And Dolly won’t say her p’ayers.
I hain’t seen my bootiful mamma
Since ever so long ado;
An’ I ain’t her tunninest baby
No londer, for B’idget says so.
Mamma dot anoder new baby,