SELINA’S DESTINY.
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Selina Sophonisba Ann Had a soul above a frying-pan, And, when her mother to cook began, She took to her heels and away she ran. Selina Sophonisba, she Stood all day long ’neath the apple tree, Till she became most dreadfullee What is commonly callèd hungaree! Selina Sophonisba Ann About her dinner to think began, But the voice of a little Fairy-man Said, “Don’t go back to the frying-pan, “Stay here beneath the apple tree, And you will find your destinee, A prince is coming of high degree, Who will make you queen of his fair countree.” The prince came not: and the moments ran, And her thoughts to supper to turn began, So Selina Sophonisba Ann Went gladly back to the frying-pan.
