Classic Poem

Oh, it's little Rosanne is the rogue of the world!
If it's villany in it,
Herself will be there,
An' it's like she'll begin it
With time an' to spare.
For she's pullin' my coat,
Or she's teasing the goat,
Or huntin' the chuckins,
The little old dote.
Or may be she's off on her two little toes,
An' the Mischief is puzzled to guess where she goes.

Oh, it's little Rosanne is the thief of the world!
If you're hearin' her laughter,
You'd best be aware,
For there's something she's after.
But who can tell where?
For she's lookin' for eggs,
Or the basket of pegs,
Or she's chasin' the ducks
Till they're run off their legs.
There's nothin' that's safe! I've a right now to know,—
For she's stolen my heart on me three years ago.