Naughty Sam.
Tom and Charles once took a walk,
To see a pretty lamb;
And as they went, began to talk
Of little naughty Sam,
Who beat his younger brother, Bill,
And threw him in the dirt;
And when his poor mamma was ill,
He teased her for a squirt.
And "I," said Tom, "wont play with Sam,
Although he has a top;"
But here the pretty little lamb
To talking put a stop.
XV.
The dizzy Girl.
As Frances was playing, and turning around,
Her head grew so giddy, she fell to the ground;
'Twas well that she was not much hurt:
But O, what a pity! her frock was so soil'd!
That had you beheld the unfortunate child,
You had seen her all covered with dirt.
Her mother was sorry, and said, "Do not cry,
And Mary shall wash you, and make you quite dry,
If you'll promise to turn round no more."
"What, not in the parlour?" the little girl said,
"No, not in the parlour; for lately I read
Of a girl who was hurt with the door.