Matilda Jane, you never look
At any toy or picture-book:
I show you pretty things in vain—
You must be blind, Matilda Jane!
I ask you riddles, tell you tales,
But all our conversation fails:
You never answer me again—
I fear you’re dumb, Matilda Jane!
Matilda, darling, when I call,
You never seem to hear at all:
I shout with all my might and main—
But you’re so deaf, Matilda Jane!
Matilda Jane, you needn’t mind;
For, though you’re deaf, and dumb, and blind,
There’s some one loves you, it is plain—
And that is me, Matilda Jane!