Do you forget, my blithesome pet,
How once with jealous rage, Matilda,
I watched you walk and gaily talk
With some one thrice your age, Matilda?
You squatted free upon his knee,
A sight that made me sad, Matilda?
You pinched his cheek with friendly tweak,
Which almost drove me mad, Matilda!
I knew him not, but thought to spot