To infant school, to infant school,
I hear the little bell;
O, come with me to infant school,
And learn to read and spell.
To infant school, to infant school,
I do not like to wait;
O, come with me to infant school,
Or we shall be too late.
To infant school, to infant school,
We must not stop to play;
O, come with me to infant school,
And I will lead the way.
To infant school, to infant school,
We'll sweetly march and sing:
O, come with me to infant school,
The bell begins to ring.
O DON'T HURT THE DOG.
[[Listen]]
Oh! don't hurt the dog, poor honest old Tray;
What good will it do you to drive him away?
Kind treatment is justly his right;
Remember how faithful he is to his charge,
And barks at the rogues when we set him at large,
And guards us by night and by day.
If you are a boy and Tray but a beast,
I think it should teach you one lesson at least,
You ought to act better than he;
And if without reason, or judgment, or sense,
Tray does as we bid him and gives no offence
How diligent Richard should be!