Every slipper in the household after them is thrown away,
Oh! what a comfort ’tis, dear mother, weddings don’t come every day.
Just before the christening, mother, such a fuss you never saw,
When the household is commanded by “dear mamma-in-law.”
“Pretty Poppet,” cry the ladies; “happy father,” people say.
Ah well! he has this consolation, christenings don’t come every day.
Dearest mother, did you ever—no, I never, mother,
See so fine a child before;
You may take the glove off, mother,
From the knocker on that door!