The Battle.
Reading edition
Oh, naughty, naughty, naughty, To knock the baby down, Oh, what a dreadful temper! Oh, what an ugly frown! Why did you do it, Willie? It wasn’t brave at all, The baby knows no better Because he is so small. He only thought it funny To overturn your blocks, You shouldn’t mind, my Willie; His little playful knocks. I want my Willie dearie, To be a little man, Be kind to little brother, And gentle as you can.