THE HOUSE OF TOO MUCH TROUBLE.

White Ribbon, Volume 22, Issue 261, 19 March 1917, Page 7

THE HOUSE OF TOO MUCH TROUBLE.

In the House of Too Much Trouble Lived a lonely little boy ; "e was eager for a playmate, He was hungry tor a toy, Hut twas always too much bother, Too much dirt and too much noise, For the House of Too Much Trouble Wasn’t meant for little boys. And sometimes the little fellow Left a book upon the floor Or forgot and laughed too loudly, Or he failed to close the door. In the House of Too Much Trouble Things must be precise and trim— In the House of 100 Much Trouble There was little room for him. He must never scatter playthings, He must never romp and play; Every room must be in order, And keep quiet all the day. He had never had companions, He had never owned a pet— In the House of Too Much Trouble It is trim and quiet yet. Every room is set in order— Every book is in its place, And the lonely little fellow Wears a smile upon his face. In the House of Too Much Trouble He is silent and at rest — In the House of Too Much Trouble With a lily on his breast. —Albert Bigelow’ Payne.