On a Young Lady's Sixth Anniversary

Baby Babbles--only one, Now to sit up has begun.

Little Babbles quite turned two Walks as well as I and you.

And Miss Babbles one, two, three Has a teaspoon at her tea.

But her Highness at four Learns to open the front door.

And her Majesty--now six, Can her shoestring neatly fix.

Babbles, Babbles, have a care, You will soon put up your hair!