Henry Livingston (Генри Ливингстон)
Letter Sent to Master Timmy Dwight
Master Timmy brisk and airy Blythe as Oberon the fairy On thy head thy cousin wishes Thousand and ten thousand blisses. Never may thy wicket ball In a well or puddle fall; Or thy wild ambitious kite O’er the elm’s thick foliage light. When on bended knee thou sittest And the mark in fancy hittest May thy marble truly trace Where thy wishes mark’d the place. If at hide and seek you play, All involved in the hay Titt’ring hear the joyful sound ”Timmy never can be found.” If you hop or if you run Or whatever is the fun Vic’try with her sounding pinion Hover o’er her little minion. But when hunger calls the boys From their helter skelter joys Bread and cheese in order standing For their most rapacious handling Timmy may thy luncheon be More than Ben’s as five to three, But if hasty pudding’s dish Meet thy vast capacious wish - Or lob-lollys charming jelly Court thy cormorantal belly Mortal foe to megre fast Be thy spoonful first and last.
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