Rosy, Posy, and little Clover 
Wished to roam the wide world over,
Left their beds at dawn of day,
Opened the door and stole away.

When they reached the garden gate,
Each one shook her curly pate,
Saying: "If we could only know 
Where 'twere best for us to go !"

So they stood beside the gate 
Till the clock was striking eight,
And grandmamma came out to see 
Where the little ones could be.

Rosy, Posy, and little Clover 
Wished to roam the wide world over,
But, not knowing where to roam,
Turned about and stayed at home.