XII. The Cruel Boy.

Jack Parker was a cruel boy,

For mischief was his sole employ;

And much it griev'd his friends to find,

His thoughts so wickedly inclin'd.

He thought it clever to deceive,

And often ramble without leave;

And every animal he met,

He dearly lov'd to plague and fret.

But all such boys unless they mend,

May come to an unhappy end;

Like Jack who got a fractur'd skull,

Whilst bellowing at a furious bull.