Dod dived it—He did—yes’erday;
An’ it kies, it kies—oh! so defful!
I wis’ He would take it away.
I don’t want no “sweet ’ittle sister;”
I want my dood mamma, I do;
I want her to tiss me and tiss me,
An’ tall me her p’ecious Lulu.
I dess my dear papa will bin’ me
A ’ittle dood titten some day;
Here’s nurse wid my mamma’s new baby;