Every time I told them.
When some one used to happen to shut them out the room,
They would take on at a dreadful rate,
I let them straight in, and as soon as the person was gone,
Poor little Ada Queetie would not keep out of my lap,
Squeezing me close up, talking to me,
And Poor little Beauty Linna would not keep off my shoulders,
With her face squeezed close to my face, talking to me,
They was so glad they got back in this room with me,
And I wasn't hurt and carried away.