Classic Poem

There's a new little Gimme at our house,
A new little Gimme who cries
For the silvery moon or a rattle or spoon,
Or whatever is new to her eyes.
Though she's helpless and small, her old dad understands
Just what she means when she holds out her hands.

There's a new little Gimme at our house,
A new little wanter of things,
Of ribbons and laces and bright jewel cases,
Of watches and brooches and rings.
Though she's not one year old, in her feminine way
She knows how to get what she wants, day by day.

There's a new little Gimme at our house,
A Gimme who's speechless, and yet
With a frown or a smile, what she wants for the while,
Like her mother, she knows how to get.
With a grunt she demands, “Gimme this! Gimme that!”
Until sometimes her dad doesn't know where he's at.
There's a new little Gimme at our house,
And though lovely and small she appears,
Her hands are held out for the joys round about
And she gets them with smiles or with tears.
And her old dad declares that man's life and its whirl
Is lived just to give pretty things to a girl.

Smile, smile,
Blest isle!
Grief past,
At last,
Halcyon
Comes on.

New King,
Bells ring;
New Queen,
Blest scene!
Britain
Again
Revives
And thrives;
Fear flies,
Stocks rise;
Wealth flows,
Art grows.
Strange pack
Sent back;
Own folks
Crack jokes.
Those out
May pout;
Those in
Will grin.

Great, small,
Pleas'd all.
God send
No end
To line
Divine
Of George and Caroline.