The little Girl that could not read.

I don’t know my letters, and what shall I do?

For I’ve got a nice book, but I can’t read it through!

O dear, how I wish that my letters I knew!

I think I had better begin them to-day,

For ’tis like a dunce to be always at play?

Mamma, will you teach little baby great A?

And then, B and C, as they stand in the row,

One after another, as far as they go,

For then I can read my new story, you know.

So pray, mamma, teach me at once, and you’ll see

What a very good child little baby will be,

To try and remember her A, B, C, D.