Xviii

“Daughter, daughter, Mind the water!” She said she never should, So she went in Right up to her chin, And did not find it good;

For the water was bitter, And made her twitter, As nobody thought she could! She cried in haste, “What a nasty taste! I wish I had understood!”

Oh, send and save her! A beautiful flavour Is not to be found in the flood; And wine or tea Is the drink for me At a picnic in the wood!