Two little girls near London dwell,
More naughty than I like to tell.

1

Upon the lawn the hoops are seen:
The balls are rolling on the green.

2

The Thames is running deep and wide:
And boats are rowing on the tide.

3

In winter-time, all in a row,
The happy skaters come and go.

4

" Papa! " they cry, " Do let us stay! "
He does not speak, but says they may.

5

" There is a land, " he says, " my dear,
Which is too hot to skate, I fear. "