Snow and sleet, and sleet and snow.
Will the Winter never go?
What do beggar children do
With no fire to cuddle to,
P’raps with nowhere warm to go?
Snow and sleet, and sleet and snow.
Hail and ice, and ice and hail,
Water frozen in the pail.
See the robins, brown and red,
They are waiting to be fed.
Poor dears; battling in the gale!
Hail and ice, and ice and hail.
ON A YOUNG LADY’S SIXTH ANNIVERSARY
Baby Babbles—only one,
Now to sit up has begun.
Little Babbles quite turned two
Walks as well as I and you.
And Miss Babbles one, two, three
Has a teaspoon at her tea.
But her Highness at four
Learns to open the front door.
And her Majesty—now six,
Can her shoestring neatly fix.
Babbles, Babbles, have a care,
You will soon put up your hair!