But though 'tis November, there's joy in the Nursery
Ruled by Nurse Gladstone out Westminster way.
The summer's long troubles are laid on the shelf
And "Nana" looks quite like enjoying herself.
That bothersome bantling, the big Irish baby,
Is tucked up in bed for a long forty winks.
(Though its shrill Banshee howl will be heard again, maybe,
From waking it, yet, even Nana G. shrinks.)
So now for a nice quiet time, if you please,
With the brace of most sweet-tempered bairns on her knees.