  "Give me some beer!" cried little Jane, At dinner-table as she sat. Her mother said, "Pray ask again, And in a prettier way than that. "For 'give me that,' and 'give me this,' Is not the best way to be heard: To make Ann hear, a little Miss Must add another little word." "Pray, give me, Ann, a glass of beer," Jane blushing said—her mother smiled: For you ask properly, my child." You little Misses, Masters too, Who wish to have a share of praise, Pray copy Jane, and always do Directly what your mother says. |
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