I am the monarch of the Sea, <br />The ruler of the Queen's Navee,-- <br />When at anchor here I ride, <br />My bosom swells with pride, <br />And I snap my fingers at a foeman's taunts. <br /> <br /> <br />And so do his sisters, and his cousins, and his aunts <br />His sisters and his cousins! <br />Whom he reckons by the dozens, <br />And his aunts! <br /> <br /> <br />'I am the lowliest tar <br />That sails the water. <br />And you, proud maiden, are <br />My captain's daughter.' <br /> <br /> <br />'Refrain, audacious tar. <br />Your suit from pressing; <br />Remember what you are, <br />And whom addressing.' <br /> <br />For I am called Little Buttercup,--dear Little Buttercup, <br />Though I never could tell why; <br />But still I'm called Buttercup,--poor Little Buttercup, <br />Sweet Little Buttercup I! <br /> <br />Fair moon, to thee I sing <br />Bright regent of the heavens; <br />Say, why is every thing <br />Either at sixes or at sevens! <br /> <br />He is an Englishman! <br />For he himself has said it, <br />And it's greatly to his credit <br />That he is an Englishman.<br /><br />Louisa May Alcott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fragments-26/
