But they were in a pie!”
“If that’s the case,” I stammer’d out,
“Of course you’ve had eleven;”
The maiden answer’d, with a pout,
“I ain’t had more nor seven!”
I wonder’d hugely what she meant,
And said, “I’m bad at riddles,
But I know where little girls are sent
For telling taradiddles.”
“Now, if you don’t reform,” said I,