I've sent you, dear Nanny, a basket of stuff,
Some books, and some birds, with a paper of snuff:
The present is trifling, yet still you will find
Some food for the body as well as the mind.
To tell you their uses there is not much need —
The birds you will roast, and the books you may read,
And as for the paper of snuff, I suppose,
You are very well satisfied, that's for your nose.
My respects to all friends, as a favour I ask it,
And I hope you'll remember to send back the basket.