Master Timmy brisk and airy <br />Blythe as Oberon the fairy <br />On thy head thy cousin wishes <br />Thousand and ten thousand blisses. <br />Never may thy wicket ball <br />In a well or puddle fall; <br />Or thy wild ambitious kite <br />O'er the elm's thick foliage light. <br />When on bended knee thou sittest <br />And the mark in fancy hittest <br />May thy marble truly trace <br />Where thy wishes mark'd the place. <br />If at hide and seek you play, <br />All involved in the hay <br />Titt'ring hear the joyful sound <br />"Timmy never can be found." <br />If you hop or if you run <br />Or whatever is the fun <br />Vic'try with her sounding pinion <br />Hover o'er her little minion. <br />But when hunger calls the boys <br />From their helter skelter joys <br />Bread and cheese in order standing <br />For their most rapacious handling <br />Timmy may thy luncheon be <br />More than Ben's as five to three, <br />But if hasty pudding's dish <br />Meet thy vast capacious wish - <br />Or lob-lollys charming jelly <br />Court thy cormorantal belly <br />Mortal foe to megre fast <br />Be thy spoonful first and last.<br /><br />Henry Livingston Jr.<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/letter-sent-to-master-timmy-dwight/
