Care-free child of a kingly race.
Undemonstrative? Yes, in a measure,
But every movement replete with grace.
Whiles we mocked at the monkeys' tricks
Or pored apart on the apteryx;
These could yield but a passing pleasure;
Yours was the primal place.
How our little ones' hearts would flutter
When your intelligent eye peeped out,
Saying as plainly as words could utter,