A Very Polite Little Boy.

I knew a little boy So exceedingly polite; He wouldn’t leave the room, unless He asked you if he might; His hair was always smooth, And he looked so spick and span, You really might have thought He was a wooden little man! One day as he began To remark, “Sir, if you please—” Intending to apologize If he should chance to sneeze; Quite suddenly he gave A funny little shriek, And everybody jumped into The middle of next week. And the little boy himself, Very nearly died of fright: Because he’d been so very Very, very impolite!