[!-- H2 --] PICKING and STEALING When you are fetching bread, I trust You never nibble at the crust When in the kitchen, do you linger And pinch the cookies with your finger? Or do you peck the frosted cake? Don't do it, please, for Mother's sake!
PICKING and STEALING When you are fetching bread, I trust You never nibble at the crust When in the kitchen, do you linger And pinch the cookies with your finger?
PICKING and STEALING When you are fetching bread, I trust You never nibble at the crust When in the kitchen, do you linger And pinch the cookies with your finger?
Or do you peck the frosted cake? Don't do it, please, for Mother's sake!
Or do you peck the frosted cake? Don't do it, please, for Mother's sake!
[!-- H2 --] LOYALTY Mother's found your mischief out! What are you going to do? Cry and sulk, or kick and shout? Tell your mother all about Brother's mischief, too? Or, Take your punishment, and say, "I'll be better, now!" Never mind the horrid way Brother treated you, at play; Don't tell it, anyhow! It is the Goops, who have no shame, Who say, "'Twas some one else to blame!"
LOYALTY Mother's found your mischief out! What are you going to do? Cry and sulk, or kick and shout? Tell your mother all about Brother's mischief, too?
LOYALTY Mother's found your mischief out! What are you going to do? Cry and sulk, or kick and shout? Tell your mother all about Brother's mischief, too?
Or, Take your punishment, and say, "I'll be better, now!" Never mind the horrid way Brother treated you, at play; Don't tell it, anyhow!
It is the Goops, who have no shame, Who say, "'Twas some one else to blame!"
It is the Goops, who have no shame, Who say, "'Twas some one else to blame!"
[!-- H2 --] INDOLENCE There was a Goop who lay in bed
Till half-past eight, the sleepy-head!
He couldn't find his stockings, for
He'd thrown them somewhere on the floor!
He couldn't find his reading-book;
He had forgotten where to look!
His breakfast grew so very cold,
This lazy Goop began to scold;
And then he blamed his mother, kind!
"You made me late to school!" he whined.
INDOLENCE There was a Goop who lay in bed
Till half-past eight, the sleepy-head!
He couldn't find his stockings, for
He'd thrown them somewhere on the floor!
He couldn't find his reading-book;
He had forgotten where to look!
His breakfast grew so very cold,
This lazy Goop began to scold;
And then he blamed his mother, kind!
"You made me late to school!" he whined.
INDOLENCE There was a Goop who lay in bed
Till half-past eight, the sleepy-head!
He couldn't find his stockings, for
He'd thrown them somewhere on the floor!
He couldn't find his reading-book;
He had forgotten where to look!
His breakfast grew so very cold,
This lazy Goop began to scold;
And then he blamed his mother, kind!
"You made me late to school!" he whined.