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!
This poem was written/submitted by Katherine Mansfield.
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