Classic Poem

Oh Dolley dear don't wiggle so
Sit still a moment do
While I put on your pettitoat
And pull your bofe arms frue.

We're doing to have a wealy tea
Wif fings not made wif mud
And you tan turn and sit wif me
As long as you are dood.

Mama has done my hair in turls
And tied it up wif blue
There's doing to be a lot of dirls
And ittle dood boys too.

Oh Dolley dear won't it be drand
Two biffdays — just fink! — two!
For Dranma's four years old to-day
And I am eighty-two.