If Mama bids less noise to be made when we play,
Or desires you be still whilst your lessons you say,
You never do try these commands to obey.
And when people are talking, you never care how
You interrupt what they’re saying, which is ill-bred, you know,
And papa has so oft bid us not to do so.
You take grand-mama’s pies, you climb on her chair,
You lay hold of the gowns as you go up the stair,
And you gather the flowers that on the beds are.
Now I am no taller, nor bigger, you see,
Yet nobody here is angry with me,
Because I have learnt so obedient to be.
I mind what mama says, whatever it is,
And when people are busy take care not to tease,
But endeavor, as much as I’m able, to please.
Then said Mary to Emma, O now do I see
Why you are more loved, and more happy than me;
And we’re like mama’s tale of the Wasp and the Bee.
I remember it said, little children beware,
Because like the Wasp if you ill behaved are,
You will never be loved, if you’re ever so fair.
