And then he turned a somersault, which boys a “coach-wheel” call:
He was not so ungrateful, though so vulgar, after all.
Revolving this within my mind, next morn I thought it fit
To seek the river Palace—where the School Board people sit.
I thought I’d go and tell them as they hadn’t found it out,
That loit’ring in the streets they might find several boys about
That I had heard the School Board schools were meant for such as these,
And not for little undergrads to go and take degrees;
But schools where London’s little lads might go and learn to write
And read, and vulgar little boys be taught to be polite.