[Illustration:
Lords in waiting.
]
As you're born in a _palace_,
It's clear you must not
Be permitted, young baby,
To sleep in a _cot_:
So they've stirred up their wits,
With invention's pap-ladle,
And determined to give you
A _Nautilus_ cradle;
Most loyally certain,
Whate'er it may do,
It will ne'er make a _naughty lass_,
Baby, of you!