“With the apples and the plums Little Carolina comes, At the time of the dessert she Comes and drops her last new curt’sy; Graceful curt’sy, practis’d o’er In the nursery before. What shall we compare her to? The dessert itself will do. Like preserves she’s kept with care, Like blanch’d almonds she is fair, Soft as down on peach her hair, And so soft, so smooth is each Pretty cheek as that same peach, ... Whiter drapery she does wear Than the frost on cake; and sweeter Than the cake itself, and neater, Though bedeck’d with emblems fine, Is our little Caroline.”