The poem
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.