Classic Poem

Oh Dolley dear you must be deaf;
Wake up and listen, do;
For I am drefful out of breaf
Wif wunning up to you.

Now Dolley, dear, wait till you hear
All I have dot to say
And when I've told you evry fing
We'll do and have a play.

Our tat's dot tittens — fe, four, five;
Such lovely ittle fings;
And one is black, and one is white,
And two of em is twins.

And we have called the white one Bess
And ittle blat one Pom
And Dranma named the drey one Jess
Betause she is a tom.