Little Prince Tatters has lost his cap! Over the hedge he threw it; Into the river it fell Kerslap! Stupid old thing, to do it! Now Mother may sigh and Nurse may fume For the little gay cap with its eagle plume. �One cannot be thinking all day of such matters! Trifles are trifles!� says little Prince Tatters.
Little Prince Tatters has lost his coat! Playing, he did not need it; �Left it right there, by the nanny-goat, And nobody never see�d it!� Now Mother and Nurse may search till night For the new little coat with its buttons bright; But �Coat sleeves or shirt sleeves, how little it matters! Trifles are trifles!� says little Prince Tatters.
Little Prince Tatters has LOST HIS BALL! Rolled away down the street! Somebody�ll have to find it, that�s all, Before he can sleep or eat. Now raise the neighborhood quickly, do! And send for the crier and constable, too! �Trifles are trifles, but serious matters, They must be seen to, says little Prince Tatters.
