Classic Poem

She scarce has a word for Papa,
To tell how she carolled and sported O!
So, with just, How d' ye do and Ta-ta,
She runs from her pen to be courted O!

To write were a foolish endeavour,
But, to show that her humour is still in her,
And flourishing fatter than ever,
She sends him the
Bill of her Milliner.