Number one beautiful daughters birthday today

The winking blinking little thing

Full of deep eyed witchery

Full of artless rollocking and ever busy as a bee

Making all the house to sing

She's the very joy to me

Waking sleeping early late

My heart is full of little Kate

Ah would that time would leave us so

But she'll grow old

And i'll grow strange

Content with loves' that round her grow

She seeks not yet a wider range

But years will come, and years will go

And with the changing years she'll change

Then through the shifting scenes of fate

I'll look again for little Kate.

Henry Lofty Rutton 1857