When Maggie once to Oxford came On tour as 'Booties' Baby,' She said 'I'll see this place of fame, However dull the day be!' So with her friend she visited The sights that it was rich in: And first of all she poked her head Inside the Christ Church Kitchen. The cooks around that little child Stood waiting in a ring: And, every time that Maggie smiled, Those cooks began to sing-- Shouting the Battle-cry of Freedom! 'Roast, boil, and bake, For Maggie's sake! Bring cutlets fine, For _her_ to dine: Meringues so sweet, For _her_ to eat-- For Maggie may be Bootles' Baby!' Then hand-in-hand, in pleasant talk, They wandered, and admired The Hall, Cathedral, and Broad Walk, Till Maggie's feet were tired: One friend they called upon--her name Was Mrs. Hassall--then Into a College Room they came, Some savage Monster's Den! 'And, when that Monster dined, I guess He tore her limb from limb?' Well, no: in fact, I must confess That _Maggie dined with him_! To Worcester Garden next they strolled-- Admired its quiet lake: Then to St. John's, a College old, Their devious way they take. In idle mood they sauntered round Its lawns so green and flat: And in that Garden Maggie found A lovely Pussey-Cat! A quarter of an hour they spent In wandering to and fro: And everywhere that Maggie went, That Cat was sure to go-- Shouting the Battle-cry of Freedom! 'Miaow! Miaow! Come, make your bow! Take off your hats, Ye Pussy Cats! And purr, and purr, To welcome _her_-- For Maggie may be Bootles' Baby!' So back to Christ Church--not too late For them to go and see A Christ Church Undergraduate, Who gave them cakes and tea. Next day she entered, with her guide, The Garden called 'Botanic': And there a fierce Wild-Boar she spied, Enough to cause a panic! But Maggie didn't mind, not she! She would have faced _alone_, That fierce Wild-Boar, because, you see, The thing was made of stone! On Magdalen walls they saw a face That filled her with delight, A giant-face, that made grimace And grinned with all its might! A little friend, industrious, Pulled upwards, all the while, The corner of its mouth, and thus He helped that face to smile! 'How nice,' thought Maggie, 'it would be If _I_ could have a friend To do that very thing for _me_, And make my mouth turn up with glee, By pulling at one end!' In Magdalen Park the deer are wild With joy that Maggie brings Some bread a friend had given the child, To feed the pretty things. They flock round Maggie without fear: They breakfast and they lunch, They dine, they sup, those happy deer-- Still, as they munch and munch, Shouting the Battle-cry of Freedom!