HAROLD’S LAMENT
BLAMED if I see any fun
In being a boy,
With ev’rybody trying
Their hardest to annoy!
It’s “Harold” here, and “Harold” there
Until they have me sick
Of “Run along!”—“Don’t be slow!”—
Or “Hurry up; be quick!”
First some one sends me down-stairs,
I run with might and main;
Before I’m half-way there it’s turn
And run right up again!
And sure as I go out to play,
Or have a little fun,
I’m called straight in: there’s something else
A-waiting to be done!
I just believe I’ll run away;
Pack all my things and go!
Can’t see the use of staying ’round
And being treated so!
For I just bet when they were small,
Not one of them would do
Half of the errands and the things
That I’m expected to!
MRS. SPIDER
BROTHER Dick and I one day
Watched Mrs. Spider spin away:
My, how she spun, and spun, and spun,
Until she had her web all done!
Then, brother Dick, he said to me:
“Now, where can Mr. Spider be?”
We watched, but didn’t see him come,
So I guess he couldn’t have lived at home.