So time rolled on, and I intent
On infant mischief, came and went,
Till little sister learned to talk.
’Twas I that taught her first to walk;
She’d tumble down—I’d pull her through
And scold her well, and shake her too.
Then she would totter on and cry,
While I would chase a butterfly,
And leave her standing in the lane,
A-wondering when I’d come again.