THE GOOD LITTLE BOY.
Reading edition
BY L. A. TEREBEL.
When first we moved into this street My Mamma wouldn't let me meet The other little girls and boys Out on the sidewalk with their toys. She said perhaps some naughty child Would teach me to be bad and wild; And so for several weeks I stood At the window being good. Until a lady came to see My Mamma, and she said to me: "My little boy is good and sweet; We live near by, across the street." She told my Mamma I must meet Her little boy across the street; And so they sent me out one day To find that little boy and play. They said he was so very good He could not be bad if he would. I almost thought he must have wings, And other holy sorts of things. But when the nurse left us at play, He said to me: "Let's run away; I know a pond where, if you please, We both can wade up to our knees!"