On a Young Lady's Sixth Anniversary

Baby Babbles—only one,Now to sit up has begun.

Little Babbles quite turned twoWalks as well as I and you.

And Miss Babbles one, two, threeHas a teaspoon at her tea.

But her Highness at fourLearns to open the front door.

And her Majesty—now six,Can her shoestring neatly fix.

Babbles, Babbles, have a care,You will soon put up your hair!