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Ann Taylor - Sophia’s Fool’s-Cap
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SOPHIA was a little child, 
Obliging, good, and very mild,
Yet lest of dress she should be vain, 
Mamma still dress`d her well, but plain. 
Her parents, sensible and kind,
Wish`d only to adorn her mind; 
No other dress, when good, had she, 
But useful, neat simplicity. 
 
Though seldom, yet when she was rude,
Or ever in a naughty mood,
Her punishment was this disgrace,
A large fine cap, adorn`d with lace,
With feathers and with ribbons too;
The work was neat, the fashion new,
Yet, as a fool`s-cap was its name,
She dreaded much to wear the same. 

A lady, fashionably gay,
Did to mamma a visit pay: 
Sophia stared, then whisp`ring said, 
"Why, dear mamma, look at her head! 
To be so tall and wicked too,
The strangest thing I ever knew:
What naughty tricks, pray, has she done,
That they have put that fool`s-cap on? "
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