FOOLED.
Reading edition
After the long and merry day, Little cousin, tired of play, Has fallen asleep in the rocking-chair. Soft, let me whisper in her ear— There are better places to rest, my dear; Come, let us go up-stair. She doesn’t waken. Now, eyes so bright, Under a curtain, out of sight, Cannot I get a glimpse of you? Creep, creep, creep, mouse, creep, Cautiously up the dimpled cheek— Peek, peek-a-boo, boo! Not a glimpse! Now, then, little girl, I’ll tickle your ear with this stray curl, This curl of your tangled hair. Now I’ll count the dimples: One, two, three— “Ha! ha!”—you rogue, you were fooling me! Fooling me, I declare!