9. Miss T.

It's a very odd thing,

As odd as can be,

That whatever Miss T. eats

Turns into Miss T.;

Porridge and apples

Mince, muffins and mutton,

Jam, junket, jellies,

Not a rap, not a button

It matters; the moment

They're up off her plate,

Though shared by Miss Butcher

And sour Mr. Bate,

Tiny and cheerful,

And neat as can be,

Whatever Miss T. eats

Turns into Miss T.

Walter de la Mare