I dare say poor John would be glad of a slice:
My treat he shall share, a large slice shall be his,
For to eat all one’s self, oh, how selfish it is!
My aunt kindly gave me a quarter last night,
For she knew that I wanted to buy a new kite;
But a poor aged widow lives over the way,
And she says she has not had a morsel to-day:
“Here, dry up your tears, and buy something with this,
For to spend all on playthings, how selfish it is!”
As Christ has commanded, I’ll constantly try