XVII Careless Maria
Maria was a careless child,
And griev’d her friends by this:
Where’er she went,
Her clothes were rent,
Her hat and bonnet spoil’d,
A careless little miss.
Her gloves and mits were often lost,
Her tippet sadly soil’d;
You might have seen
Where she had been,
For toys all round were toss’d,
O, what a careless child.
One day her uncle bought a toy,
That round and round would twirl,
But when he found
The litter’d ground,
He said, “I don’t tee-totums buy
For such a careless girl.”