NOT QUITE SATISFIED.
Reading edition
This dear little Mabel, She isn't quite able To say what it is has gone wrong; But she looks in the glass. And the shadow-frowns pass O'er a face that is sweet as a song. She is thinking of Lizzie, Whose hair is so frizzy. She wishes her own could be cut; But papa, only said When she showed him her head, "What, spoil it, my darling?—tut! tut!"