A LITTLE STORY.

I will write a little story, About a little boy; He is his father’s comfort, He is his mother’s joy. When we give a little errand, He thinks of what is said, Pulls down his little waistcoat, And holds up his little head. He holds his little fork By the handle as he should, And never spills his coffee, Nor drops about his food. His face is very pleasant, What he says is always true, Now tell me, youngest reader If this little boy is you.