Miss Mischievous

Miss Don't-do-this and Don't-do-that
Has such a sunny smile
You cannot help but chuckle at
Her cuteness and her guile.
Her locks are silken floss of gold,
Her eyes are pansy blue:
Maybe of years to eighty old
The best is two.

Miss Don't-do-this and Don't-do-that
To roguishness is fain;
To guard that laughter-loving brat
Is quite a strain;
But when she tires of prank and play
And says good-night,
I'm longing for another day
Of child delight.

Miss Don't-do-this and Don't-do-that
Will grow up soon.
I hope she'll never throw her hat
Athwart the moon.
Yet I'll be sorrowful indeed,
Remembering a day
Before she learned to humbly heed
The word OBEY.