She’d dress me up so clean and sweet
And send me out into the street.
I’d miss the “pies” and “puddles” there
And to the gutters I’d repair,
And play and paddle there in glee,
Till I was summoned in to tea.
My vixen spirit, as of old,
New mischief daily would unfold,
And aunty shuddered, as she saw
How little I respected law;