Young Folk

Southern Cross, Volume 1, Issue 9, 27 May 1893, Page 3

Young Folk

THE IRREPRESSIBLE BOY. He worried the cat, He played rat-a-tat On the window-panes fully an hour by the clock ; He tried roller skates Where dishes and plates In jeopardy lay till some fell with a shock With an Indian yell On a doll’s house he fell, And added that poor dolly’s scalp to his belt; Then knocked off its toes And its fair Grecian nose— Which same was of wax—he proceeded to melt. Two tubs he upset Without one regret, He stood on his head till his face turned sky blue; A curtain he tore, Then sighed for more Inventively mischievous things he might do. He had granny’s “ specks ’ — But that didn’t vex ; Her face brightened up at his fun and his noise. “ One sweet kiss repaid For all!” so she said, Resignedly adding that “ boys will be boys.” But strangest of all, At night’s quiet fall How meekly and placidly this rogue would say—- “ Good-night, mamma, dear! Good-night, papa, dear ! I’ve tried hard to be such a good boy to-day !