What a silly little fellow!
I should be asham’d to tell her.
Betty, you must come and carry
Very foolish little Harry.
The little birds are better taught,
They go to roosting when they ought;
And all the ducks and fowls you know
They went to bed an hour ago.
The little beggar in the street,
Who wanders with his naked feet,
And has not where to lay his head,
O, he’d be glad to go to bed.
BREAKFAST AND PUSS.
Here’s my baby’s bread and milk,
For her lip as soft as silk;
Here’s the basin, clean and neat;
Here’s the spoon of silver sweet;
Here’s the stool, and here’s the chair
For my little lady fair.
No, you must not spill it out,
And drop the bread and milk about;
But let it stand before you flat,
And pray, remember pussy cat;
Poor old pussy cat that purrs
All so patiently for hers.