MOTHER'S quite distracted, Sister's in despair; All the household is astir, Searching everywhere. Every nook must be explored, Every corner scanned -- Baby's lost the tiny ring From her little hand. Surely never such a babe Made a mother glad; Never such a dainty hand Any baby had! Smallest ring was ever made Off her finger slips; She should have a fairy's ring For such rosy tips. When she comes to womanhood, If she keeps so fair, She will surely wear the ring Maidens love to wear: And lest she should lose it then, (She'll be wise and deep) She will give to somebody Ring and hand to keep. |