Maria was a careless child,
And grieved her friends by this:
Where'er she went,
Her clothes were rent,
Her hat and bonnet spoiled,
A careless little miss.
Her gloves and mits were often lost,
Her tippet sadly soiled;
You might have seen
Where she had been,
For toys all round were tossed,
O what a careless child.
One day her uncle bought a toy,
That round and round would twirl,
But when he found
The littered ground,
He said, I don't tee-totums buy
For such a careless girl.
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