[!-- H2 --] THE DUTY OF THE STRONG You who are the oldest,
You who are the tallest,
Don't you think you ought to help
The youngest and the smallest? You who are the strongest,
You who are the quickest,
Don't you think you ought to help
The weakest and the sickest? Never mind the trouble,
Help them all you can;
Be a little woman!
Be a little man!
THE DUTY OF THE STRONG You who are the oldest,
You who are the tallest,
Don't you think you ought to help
The youngest and the smallest? You who are the strongest,
You who are the quickest,
Don't you think you ought to help
The weakest and the sickest?
THE DUTY OF THE STRONG You who are the oldest,
You who are the tallest,
Don't you think you ought to help
The youngest and the smallest? You who are the strongest,
You who are the quickest,
Don't you think you ought to help
The weakest and the sickest?
[!-- H2 --] WALKING WITH PAPA "Won't you walk a little farther?" Said a Goop to his Papa; "It is really quite delightful, And we haven't travelled far; Wont you walk a little farther, There's a house I'd like to see! Won't you walk a little farther, Till we reach that cherry-tree?" "Won't you carry me? I'm tired!" Whined a Goop to his Papa; "And my feet are sore and weary, And we've gone so very far! Won't you carry me? I'm tired! And I can't walk back alone! Won't you carry me? I'm tired!" And the Goop began to groan.
"Won't you walk a little farther?" Said a Goop to his Papa; "It is really quite delightful, And we haven't travelled far; Wont you walk a little farther, There's a house I'd like to see! Won't you walk a little farther, Till we reach that cherry-tree?" "Won't you carry me? I'm tired!" Whined a Goop to his Papa; "And my feet are sore and weary, And we've gone so very far! Won't you carry me? I'm tired! And I can't walk back alone! Won't you carry me? I'm tired!" And the Goop began to groan.
"Won't you walk a little farther?" Said a Goop to his Papa; "It is really quite delightful, And we haven't travelled far; Wont you walk a little farther, There's a house I'd like to see! Won't you walk a little farther, Till we reach that cherry-tree?" "Won't you carry me? I'm tired!" Whined a Goop to his Papa; "And my feet are sore and weary, And we've gone so very far! Won't you carry me? I'm tired! And I can't walk back alone! Won't you carry me? I'm tired!" And the Goop began to groan.
[!-- H2 --] PIANO TORTURE Pianos are considered toys By Goops, and naughty girls and boys; They pound upon the keys, They lift the cover up, on top, To see the little jiggers hop, And both the pedals squeeze! But instruments so rich and fine (Especially if they're not mine) I ought to treat with care; So when my elder sister plays She'll find it is in tune always, Nor injured anywhere!
PIANO TORTURE Pianos are considered toys By Goops, and naughty girls and boys; They pound upon the keys, They lift the cover up, on top, To see the little jiggers hop, And both the pedals squeeze! But instruments so rich and fine (Especially if they're not mine) I ought to treat with care; So when my elder sister plays She'll find it is in tune always, Nor injured anywhere!
PIANO TORTURE Pianos are considered toys By Goops, and naughty girls and boys; They pound upon the keys, They lift the cover up, on top, To see the little jiggers hop, And both the pedals squeeze! But instruments so rich and fine (Especially if they're not mine) I ought to treat with care; So when my elder sister plays She'll find it is in tune always, Nor injured anywhere!