Children br br Pray dearest mother if you please br Cut up your double-curded cheese, br The oldest of the brotherhood. br It's ripe, no doubt and nicely good! br Your reputation will rise treble br As we the lucious morsel nibble. br Praise will flow from each partaker br Both on the morsel and the maker! br br br Madame br br Your suit is vain,--upon my word, br You taste not yet my double-curd; br I know the hour,--the very minute br In which I'll plunge my cutteau in it; br Am I to learn of witless bairns br How I must manage my concerns? br As yet the fervid dog-star reigns br And gloomy Virgo holds the reigns. br Be quiet chicks, sedate and sober br And house your stomachs till October; br Then for a feast! Upon my word, br I'll really cut my double curd.br br Henry Livingston Jr.