XXVI Dinner
Miss Kitty, was rude at the table one day,
And would not sit still on her seat;
Regardless of all that her mother could say,
From her chair little Kitty kept running away,
All the time they were eating the meat.
As soon as she saw that the beef was remov’d,
She ran to her chair in great haste;
But her mother such giddy behaviour reprov’d,
By sending away the sweet pudding she lov’d,
Without giving Kitty one taste.