And said, "I'd have to think it o'er."
She had four.
And then one sighed, "I don't contrive
Fixt rules for boys, they're too alive."
She had five.
"I know it leaves one in a fix,
This straightening of crooked sticks."
She had six.
And one declared, "There's no rule giv'n,
But do your best and trust to heav'n!"