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!
