She cried so loud, her mother came
To ask the reason why,
And said, “Oh, Frances, fie for shame!
Oh fie! oh fie! oh fie!”
But Frances was more naughty still,
And Betty sadly nipp’d;
Until her mother said, “I will—
I must have Frances whipp’d.
“For, oh! how naughty ’tis to cry,
But worse, much worse, to fight,
Instead of running readily,
And calling out, ‘Good-night!’”
POISONOUS FRUIT
As Tommy and his sister Jane
Were walking down a shady lane,
They saw some berries, bright and red,
That hung around and overhead.
And soon the bough they bended down,
To make the scarlet fruit their own;
And part they ate, and part in play,
They threw about and flung away.
But long they had not been at home,
Before poor Jane and little Tom
Were taken sick, and ill to bed,
And since, I’ve heard they both are dead.
Alas! had Tommy understood
That fruit in lanes is seldom good,
He might have walked with little Jane
Again along the shady lane.