- Year Published: 1883
- Language: English
- Country of Origin: England
- Source: Taylor, A. & J. (1883). Little Ann and Other Poems New York: George Routledge & Sons
- Flesch–Kincaid Level: 1.2
- Word Count: 376
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Ann and Jane Taylor, "Meddlesome Matty," Selected American and British Poems, Lit2Go Edition, (1883), accessed July 27, 2016,.
One ugly trick has often spoiled
The sweetest and the best:
Matilda, though a pleasant child,
One grievous fault possessed,
Which, like a cloud before the skies,
Hid all her better qualities.
Sometimes she’d lift the teapot lid
To peep at what was in it;
Or tilt the kettle, if you did
But turn your back a minute.
In vain you told her not to touch,
Her trick of meddling grew so much.
Her grandmamma went out one day
And by mistake she laid
Her spectacles and snuffbox gay
Too near the little maid.
“Ah! well,” thought she, “I’ll try them on
As soon as grandmamma is gone.”
Forthwith she placed upon her nose
The glasses large and wide;
And looking round, as I suppose,
The snuffbox too she spied:
“Oh! what a pretty box is that;
I’ll open it,” said little Matt.
“I know that grandmamma would say,
‘Don’t meddle with it, dear’;
But then, she’s far enough away,
And no one else is near.
Besides, what can there be amiss
In opening such a box as this?”
So thumb and finger went to work
To move the stubborn lid,
And presently a mighty jerk
The mighty mischief did;
For all at once, ah! woeful case.
The snuff came puffing in her face.
Poor eyes and nose and mouth, beside,
A dismal sight presented;
In vain, as bitterly she cried,
Her folly she repented;
In vain she ran about for ease,
She could do nothing now but sneeze.
She dashed the spectacles away
To wipe her tingling eyes,
And as in twenty bits they lay,
Her grandmamma she spies.
“Heyday! and what’s the matter now?”
Says grandmamma with lifted brow.
Matilda, smarting with the pain,
And tingling still, and sore,
Made many a promise to refrain
From meddling evermore.
And ‘tis a fact, as I have heard,
She ever since has kept her word.