DRESS'D FOR THE LEVEE!
I
Dress'd for the levee! come, mother, and see!
I must put on my sword,—stop! which side should it be?
I'll look at the mirror once more if you please;
I wonder they make us wear dresses like these!
Is it becoming?—delighted at that!
But why in the world must I wear a cock'd hat?
II
Sister Maria does nothing but laugh,
She says that my legs havn't got any calf!
And then her maid presuming to say,
“La! Master's dress'd up like a man in the play!”
Is it becoming? Indeed, I'm so glad!
I don't think my legs are by any means bad!
III
Oh! how I envy the men who can sport
Some sort of a uniform going to Court!
There is my uncle! we do look, my dear,
Rather like Noodle and Doodle I fear.
Is it becoming? well you should know best,
The bag's rather funny, it must be confest.
IV
What must I say to the King, Uncle John?
Bow and kiss hands, and then merely pass on.
It's well that you told me my speech would have been,
“Fine weather your Majesty; how is the Queen?”
Is it becoming? I'm glad if it is,
But I fear, after all, I look rather a quiz!