Pray Tell

‘Pray tell me slave,

Or I’ll rupture your spleen,

Who has the nicest socks

You ever have seen?’

‘Oh pray, pretty mistress,

If it pleases you so,

You have the nicest socks

I ever did know.’

‘And pray tell me slave,

Oh pray tell me do,

What would you like

To do to my shoe?’

‘Oh pray, pretty mistress,

If it pleases you Miss,

This slave would like

To give it a kiss.’

‘And pray tell me slave,

Or I’ll slap your face raw,

Would not my shoedirt

Stick in your craw?’

‘Oh pray pretty mistress

If it pleases you Ma’am,

Your shoedirt is precious,

Every last gramme!’

‘Oh pray tell me slave,

Down in the dirt.

Do you not fear

My power to hurt?’

‘Oh pray pretty mistress

Serene and divine,

You indeed have the power

And the glory is thine!’

‘Be silent now, slave,

And use your vile tongue

To lickshine my shoe

Or I’ll smear it with dung!’