On a Young Lady's Sixth Anniversary

Baby Babbles—only one,

Now to sit up has begun.

Little Babbles quite turned two

Walks as well as I and you.

And Miss Babbles one, two, three,

Has a teaspoon at her tea.

But her Highness at four

Learns to open the front door.

And her Majesty—now six,

Can her shoestrings neatly fix.

Babbles, babbles, have a care,

You will soon put up your hair!