THE HOWLERY GROWLERY ROOM.

It doesn’t pay to be cross,—

It’s not worth while to try it;

For Mammy’s eyes so sharp

Are very sure to spy it:

A pinch on Billy’s arm,

A snarl or a sullen gloom,

No longer we stay, but must up and away

To the Howlery Growlery room.

Chorus.—Hi! the Howlery! ho! the Growlery!

Ha! the Sniffery, Snarlery, Scowlery!

There we may stay,

If we choose, all day;

But it’s only a smile that can bring us away.

If Mammy catches me

A-pitching into Billy;

If Billy breaks my whip,

Or scares my rabbit silly,

It’s “Make it up, boys, quick!

Or else you know your doom!”

We must kiss and be friends, or the squabble ends

In the Howlery Growlery room.

Chorus.—Hi! the Howlery! ho! the Growlery!

Ha! the Sniffery, Snarlery, Scowlery!

There we may stay,

If we choose, all day;

But it’s only a smile that can bring us away.

So it doesn’t pay to be bad,—

There’s nothing to be won in it;

And when you come to think,

There’s really not much fun in it.

So, come! the sun is out,

The lilacs are all a-bloom;

Come out and play, and we’ll keep away

From the Howlery Growlery room.

Chorus.—Hi! the Howlery! ho! the Growlery!

Ha! the Sniffery, Snarlery, Scowlery!

There we may stay,

If we choose, all day;

But it’s only a smile that can bring us away.