These boisterous boys, with bang and fizz,
They make such noisy noise;
But, then, perhaps the reason is,
They are such boysy boys.
The girls as well,—from early morn
They shoot and shoot and shoot;
And on a trumpet or a horn
They toot and toot and toot.
But you, whose locks are bleached by Time,
(Or by the Chemist's aid),
Heed my admonitory rhyme,
Nor join the gay parade.
THANKSGIVING-DAY
When Autumn brings around the day
Devoted to thanksgiving,
The children scream with laughter gay
For very joy of living.
And every sort of escapade
Receives their commendation;
But all agree a masquerade
Is best for celebration.
The boys and girls all swarm around
The crowd is hourly growing;
Straw hatted and grotesquely gowned,—
With tin horns loudly blowing.
But dear old dames with snowy puffs,
Tulle caps and Mechlin laces,
Don't scramble out and join the toughs
In boys' clothes and false faces.