Soon be Ready.

Now Malcolm will soon be quite ready To go see his grandmama dear, I know she will be very happy To have her wee baby so near. And what will he take to his grandma? Says he, “Nursey, what shall I take?” “And what would you like to?” says nursey, Says Malcolm, “I’ll take her a cake.” “I fear you will eat it,” says nursey; Says Malcolm, “I ’fraid I will too; Then maybe I’ll take her some candy, I think candy’s nicer, don’t you?” “Can’t you think of anything better?” Says he, “Then I’ll take her a fiss,” “Oh, fishes aren’t nice, are they, Malcolm?” Says he, “Then I’ll take her a kiss.”