It's pretty clear you thirst, Matilda,
To name the day—What's that you say?—
"You'll see me further first," Matilda?
I can't mistake the signs you make,
Although you barely speak, Matilda;
Though pure and young, you thrust your tongue
Right in your pretty cheek, Matilda!
My dear, I fear I hear you sneer—
I do—I'm sure I do, Matilda—
With simple grace you make a face,