Classic Poem

Little Jenny, pretty Jenny,
Jenny with the perfect eyes,
Jenny with the soft silk hair,
And the red mouth puckered wise.

Little Jenny, pretty Jenny,
Jenny with her charming ways,
Jenny with her wooing smiles,
And her broken R's and A's.

Little Jenny, pretty Jenny,
Jenny with that perfect form,
Jenny with that mingled temper,
Half of sunshine, half of storm.

Little Jenny, pretty Jenny,
Laughing as you strive to catch her,
When you chase her round the room,—
Ah! what baby e'er can match her?

Little Jenny, Carrie's Jenny;
There was never such another
As this baby, save, it may be,
Listen, Carrie,—Jenny's mother.

Little Jenny, matchless Jenny,
Sunshine kiss her, winds caress her,
Dark-browed sorrow, do not touch her,
Or, if touching, touch to bless her.