When he returns perhaps you’ll find
Tikipu with an absent mind.
Wake him tenderly, take him in hand,
Teach him! Then he will understand....
There, run along! Yes, go your way;
Deck yourself out in bridal array,
Stick gold bodkins into your head,
Dab your cheeks with patches of red,
Paint your lips like petals of rose,
Rub the powder-puff over your nose,