A LITTLE GENTLEMAN
When Mother drops things on the floor,
My father asks me: “Who
Should always pick them up for her?”
And so I always do.
He says I haven’t far to reach
And that a gentleman
Must do things for his Mother
And be helpful as he can.
But Mother bends down just the same,—
She has to, don’t you see?
For after she’s said “Thank you, dear,”
She stoops and kisses me.
TIME FOR EVERYTHING
There’s a time to run and a time to walk;
There’s a time for silence, a time for talk;
There’s a time for work and a time for play;
There’s a time for sleep at the close of day.
There’s a time for everything you do,
For children and for grown-ups, too.
A time to stand up and a time to sit,—
But see that the time and actions fit.