For pussy laughs at thy command,—
And Carlo doesn't care.
Ah! pretty one! thou'rt very bold,
And pompous in thy stride—
How dost thou know, at four years old,
Thou art a father's pride?
When manhood comes, thou wilt be gay—
But not as now—ah, never!
For now to-morrow seems to-day—
Thyself a boy forever!