Entire, I circle Kitty's wrists
Or deck small Percy's breast,
Or Annie's night-robe, or beneath
Mamma's soft cheek am prest.
Behead me, and I wander free,
In wood or meadow fair,
Leap down the rock on mosses soft,
Tall ferns, and maiden-hair;
Or linger in the sedgy deep,
And baby-lilies rock to sleep.
Behead again, and to your door,
If I presume to come,
I warn you, bid the porter say,
“To him I'm not at home.
Heaven save me from the visitations
Of all that sort of poor relations!”
Frill-rill-ill.