TO PRINCE EDWARD OF YORK

Most well-behaved little Prince,—

As the small boy

Who will one day be the Sovereign Lord

Of certain other small boys

In whom I am interested

I hasten to assure you

Of my loyalty to the Imperial House

Of which you are the joy and hope,

And of my respect for your own podgy little person.

To-day, I need scarcely tell you, my dear little Prince,

Is a very big day for you,

Inasmuch as

To-day your excellent parents —

Their Royal Highnesses

The Duke and Duchess of Cornwall and York, KG.—

Return from their wanderings,

Laden, I am given to understand,

With presents for his Royal Highness

Prince Edward of York,

Who, I am given to understand,

Has been a very good boy

During these long weeks of separation.

I am quite sure

That you deserve these presents,

And that your Grandmama

Will be able to give your parents a very good account of you,

And that your Grandpapa,

With that tact which is only one of many of his excellent qualities,

Will refrain from making reports

Which might lead to parental chastisement,

I remember quite well

That when my own Mama and Papa

Returned once from a little jaunt

They brought back with them,

As a present for me,

A tin cylinder with a spike to it,

Which you set on a piece of wood

And spun round;

Then you looked through some holes in the tin cylinder

And beheld many wonderful things,

Such as a little girl skipping,

And jockeys riding a steeplechase on tigers.

If your Papa, my dear little Prince,

Has not brought you one of those,

Be sure you ask for it.

It is not rude to ask for what you do not see in the window,

Providing you say “Please.”

And now before I go

Let me add a few words

Of kindly admonition.

I hope you will grow up to be a good and great man,

And that you will never give your parents

Cause for sorrow,

By turning Socialist,

Or newspaper editor,

Or attempting to imitate these Odes.

To your infant mind

This last crime

May appear to be the most innocent in the world,

Because these odes

( God wot )

Are so easy to imitate;

Diplomats, Members of Parliament, publishers’ assistants,

Cabmen, poets, peers of the realm,

Nay, even the very crowned heads of Europe,

Have, at time and time,

Been consumed with a desire to do them for me;

Because, as I have said,

It is so easy.

Well, my dear little Prince,

Let us draw our moral.

The easy thing is not always the wisest thing.

I feel that in my inmost heart.

And if you blossom into manhood

With the same conviction,

More or less,

I make no doubt whatever

That you will be an immense success

As a king.

I wish you the best of luck.