Classic Poem

Rosemary , Rosemary ,
There's a Pig in your garden,
With silk bristles frizzy
And tushes of snow!
But Rosemary was cautious,
She said, " Beg your pardon!
I'm really too busy
To look down below. "

Rosemary, Rosemary,
There's a Bird in your kitchen!
His voice is gold water,
He says, " Pretty Poll! "
But Rosemary heard nothing,
Putting stitch after stitch in
The dress of a daughter,
Her thirty-sixth doll.

Rosemary, Rosemary,
A silver-winged Rabbit!
He bridles and gentles
And wants you astride!
" I prefer, " said Rosemary,
" To ride a Good Habit. "
She went buying black lentils —
She did till she died.