"Orange-girl Kitty Here you may see.
That she is pretty All will agree.
"Three for a penny!" That is her cry;
No wonder many Hasten to buy.
Orange-girl Kitty’s Mother, we're told,
Everyone pities— So feeble and old.
Poor mother’s living Kitty obtains,
Cheerfully giving Her all that she gains.
Orange-girl Kitty Roams to and fro;
All through the city She’s known high and low.
When the sun’s shining, When the rain falls,
Never repining,— "Fine fruit!" Kitty calls.