Jane was a stout and stalwart child
Her voice was very far from mild:
Although requested not to shout
She bawled, she screamed, day in, day out.
Had she once learned her mouth to shut
She might have lived far longer; but
The tragedy I now relate
Befell her at the age of eight.
Each year her parents went with glee
To spend a week beside the sea,
And knowing, as good parents do,