“Oh! please sir, mother gave me four,
But they were in a pie!”
“If that’s the case,” I stammered out,
“Of course you’ve had eleven.”
The maiden answered, with a pout,
“I ain’t had more nor seven!”
I wondered hugely what she meant,
And said, “I’m bad at riddles,
But I know where little girls are sent
For telling tarrididdles.