A LITTLE TEASE.

I know a little fellow Who is such a wilful tease, That, when he's not in mischief, He is never at his ease: He dearly loves to frolic, And to play untimely jokes Upon his little sister, And upon the older folks. He rings the bell for Sarah, And then slyly runs away; And tries to make a fool of her A dozen times a day: He hides away in corners, To spring suddenly in sight; And laughs, oh! very heartily, To see her jump with fright. When kitty's lying quiet, And curled up warm and snug, This little fellow always feels Like giving her a hug; And kitty from his fond embrace Would surely never flinch, Did she not know the little tease Would give her many a pinch. But this provoking fellow Has a very curious way Of feeling rather hurt at tricks That other people play,— Just like some older jokers, Who laugh at fun they make, But never can enjoy the fun Of jokes they have to take.