Papa'S Watchfulness

Mamma had ordered Ann, the maid, Miss Caroline to wash; And put on with her clean white frock A handsome muslin sash.

But Caroline began to cry, For what you cannot think: She said, "Oh, that's an ugly sash; I'll have my pretty pink."

Papa, who in the parlour heard Her make the noise and rout, That instant went to Caroline, To whip her, there's no doubt.