Classic Poem

Little Prince Tatters has lost his cap!
— Over the hedge he threw it;
Into the river it fell " kerslap! "
— Stupid old thing to do it!
Now Mother may sigh and Nurse may fume
For the gay little cap with its eagle plume.
" One cannot be thinking all day of such matters!
Trifles are trifles! " says little Prince Tatters.

Little Prince Tatters has lost his coat!
— Playing, he did not need it;
" Left it right there , by the nanny-goat,
— And nobody never seed it! "
Now Mother and Nurse may search till night
For the little new coat with its buttons bright;
But — " Coat-sleeves or shirt-sleeves, how little it matters!
Trifles are trifles! " says little Prince Tatters.
Little Prince Tatters has LOST HIS BALL!

— Rolled away down the street!
Somebody'll have to find it , that's all,
— Before he can sleep or eat.
Now raise the neighborhood, quickly, do!
And send for the crier and constable too!
" Trifles are trifles; but serious matters,
They must be seen to , " says little Prince Tatters.