A VERY GOOD BOY.
Mama, my head (poor William said)
So very badly aches,
Tell Brother there, I cannot bear
The tiresome noise he makes.
I’m sure, said John, if I had known,
Dear Brother, you were ill,
I would have read, or drawn, instead,
And have remain’d quite still.
Good boys, said she, O ever be
Thus kind to one another;
I am, my dear, much pleased to hear
Your answer to your Brother.
THE PLUM CAKE.
Let us buy,
Said Sally Fry;
Something nice,
Said Betsy Price;
What shall it be?
Said Kitty Lee;
A nice plum cake,
Said Lucy Wake.