Ay, she was once the guardian of my nursery,
In days of dancing bells and dainty corals,
When my acquaintance with the world was cursory,
Nor cared I for its customs, manners, morals.
My life has since seen many an anniversary,
Has had its plagues and passions, joys and quarrels:
But I remember Betty. Kind and clever
She was. 'Tis odd that she's as young as ever.