AMUSING "HIS HIGHNESS."
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BY MARY D. BRINE.
His little Highness sits in state Upon his rightful throne, And from his kingly brow all sign Of royal care has flown. His little Highness smiles at us Who kneel before him there, The while we kiss his gracious hand And bonny face so fair. His little Highness, it is plain, His subjects should amuse; And of all entertainments, pray Which will his Highness choose? There's "This wee pig to market went," Played with his royal toes; And "Trot, trot, trot, on mother's knee, To Boston baby goes"; And "Patty-cake, O baker's man!" Played with the dimpled hands; And many another game like that Which baby understands. But best of all his Majesty His mother's kiss prefers; For though we dearly love our king, There is no love like hers. So in her arms she clasps him tight, He and his dignity. He's only baby, after all, And sleepy as can be. His throne into a cradle turns— 'Tis mother's knee, you know— And presently to slumber-land His Majesty will go.