You’d be a blessing, Worth possessing.”
Whereupon Sophy comes hobbling on:
“My dear Father, I had rather
You’d believe me, And relieve me,
When I say, As I may,
That I’ll be good, As I should.”
Of course it is she who recommences the game:
“My dear Papa, Aha, Aha,
Send me a letter, Then you can better
Tell when we go, Off to Tarbet Oh!