I Pretty Puss
Come pretty Cat!
Come here to me!
I want to pat
You on my knee.
Go, naughty Tray!
By barking thus
You’ll drive away
My pretty Puss.
II The Fairing
O Dear! what a beautiful Doll
My sister has bought at the fair!
She says I must call it “Miss Poll,”
And make it a bonnet to wear.
O, pretty new Doll! it looks fine;
Its cheeks are all covered with red
But, pray, will it always be mine?
And, pray, may I take it to bed?
How kind was my sister to buy
This Dolly with hair that will curl
Perhaps if you want to know why,
She’ll tell you, I’ve been a good girl.