HOW SELFISH IT IS!
I’ve a home and kind friends, and abundance to eat,
And clothing sufficient, both decent and neat,
And books, that my mind may to knowledge aspire,
And all that a child can in reason desire;
But to care for my comfort, and only for this,
And forget my poor neighbors, how selfish it is!
I have got a plum-cake, and the whole is my own,
And no one will know, if I eat it alone;
But what if the cake be so sweet and so nice,