And he’d guess where she was hiding,
In guesses One, Two, Three.
“You are in the china closet!”
He would cry, and laugh with glee.
It wasn’t the china closet;
But he still had Two and Three.
“You are up in papa’s big bedroom,
In the chest with the queer old key!”
And she said: “You are warm and warmer;
But you’re not quite right,” said she.