She had folded her hands, and had never stirred
Nor even spoken one little word.
In fact, she was good as good could be,
While the grown folks talked, and sipped their tea
At last, a small voice from the corner we heard:
"Nobody pays any pension to me!"
"I OUGHT TO MUSTN'T"
The chair was so near, and the shelf was so low,
And I opened the door just in time to see
The last of the coveted caramels go,
While a look imploring was cast on me,
"I ought to mustn't, I know!"
The chair was so near, and the shelf was so low,--
To punish, alas! no courage I had:
And I did as, perhaps, you yourself might do,--
I kissed her, right there, so sweet and so bad!
But "I ought to mustn't," I knew!