What if the poles should frisk about  
 And stand upon their heads!  
 I hope I’m ready for “the worst”—  
 Whatever prank betides! 
  
 Perhaps the “Kingdom of Heaven’s” changed— 
 I hope the “Children” there 
 Won’t be “new fashioned” when I come— 
 And laugh at me—and stare— 
   
 I hope the Father in the skies  
 Will lift his little girl— 
 Old fashioned—naughty—everything—  
 Over the stile of “Pearl.”