Like dear little, good little, sweet little boys,
And we will come home to tea.”
We played with our toys the longest while,
We built up the blocks for nearly a mile—
Roderick, James, and I;
But when they came tumbling down, alas!
They fell right against the looking-glass—
O how the pieces did fly!
Then we played the stairs were an Alpine peak,
And down we slid with shout and with shriek—