When I was a Chit

When I was a chit, just got into my teens, And the men would be asking a kiss; Thinks I to myself, I scarce know what it means, But I think I ought not to say yes; To be sure it was fine When they call'd me divine, Tho' I've simper'd and cry'd let me go, O dear, sir, Ola! I'll acquaint my mamma, If that you keep teasing and squeezing me so.

Improving in skill as advancing in years, Each lesson of love got by heart, More eager my hopes, more decided my fears, Pure nature sought refuge in arts— At each swain that drew nigh, I look'd under my eye, And loiter'd pretending to go; If prest to sit down, I exclaim'd with a frown, How dare you keep teazing and squeezing me so.

Coquetting's now o'er, and settled for life, Each feeling is fairly confess'd, Attach'd to the duties of parent and wife, 'Tis nature still reigns in the breast: To my heart's bosom friend, I no coolness pretend, Nor from him seem anxious to go: Nor ever complain, With affected disdain, But doubt whether squeezing be teazing or no.