If she was far off and I only spoke her name,
She would be sure to run to me quick,
Without wanting anything to eat.
She would do 54 wonderful cunning things,
Poor Sissy would do 39,
They would do part of them without telling,
And do all the rest of them with telling.
I use to dream distressing dreams,
About what was coming to pass,
And awoke making a dreadful noise,