Little Polly Mary, all the morning hour,

Doted on her bonnet with its bright new flower,

Wondered if the next day would be bright and clear,

Wished the jolly holidays came twenty times a year,

Looked without the window when the teacher didn’t see,

Watched a golden robin building in the tree—

AND—

When the hour came all too quick for Polly to recite,

Will you believe, she never got a single answer right!

So for failure, on the record-book, her name, alas! was starred,

But was it ’cause, as Polly thought, the lesson was so hard!