Believe me, then, I am not bad,
Though in my youth I had to trek
Because I happened to have had
Some difficulties with a cheque.
What forgery in some might be
Is absentmindedness in me!
I know that I was much abused,
No doubt when I was young and rash,
But I should not have been accused
Of misappropriating cash.
I may have sneaked a silver dish;--
Well, you may search me if you wish!
So, now you see me, more or less,
As I would figure in your thoughts;
A trifle given to excess
And prone perhaps to vice of sorts;
When tempted, rather apt to fall,
But still--a good chap after all!
[Illustration]
The Cat
(_Advice to the Young_)
My children, you should imitate
The harmless, necessary cat,
Who eats whatever's on his plate,
And doesn't even leave the fat;
Who never stays in bed too late,
Or does immoral things like that;
Instead of saying "Shan't!" or "Bosh!"
He'll sit and wash, and wash, and wash!
When shadows fall and lights grow dim
He sits beneath the kitchen stair;
Regardless as to life and limb,
A simple couch he chooses there;
And if you tumble over him,
He simply loves to hear you swear.
And, while bad language _you_ prefer,
He'll sit and purr, and purr, and purr!
[Illustration: _The Cat._]
The Children's "Don't"
_DON'T_ tell Papa his nose is red
As any rosebud or geranium,
Forbear to eye his hairless head
Or criticise his cootlike cranium;
'Tis years of sorrow and of care
Have made his head come through his hair.
_Don't_ give your endless guinea-pig
(Wherein that animal may build a
Sufficient nest) the Sunday wig
Of poor, dear, dull, deaf Aunt Matilda.
Oh, _don't_ tie strings across her path,
Or empty beetles in her bath!
_Don't_ ask your uncle why he's fat;
Avoid upon his toe-joints treading;
_Don't_ hide a hedgehog in his hat,
Or bury bushes in his bedding.
He will not see the slightest sport
In pepper put into his port!
_Don't_ pull away the cherished chair
On which Mamma intended sitting,
Nor yet prepare her session there
By setting on the seat her knitting;
Pause ere you hurt her spine, I pray--
That is a game that _two_ can play.
My children, never, never steal!
To know their offspring is a thief
Will often make a father feel
Annoyed and cause a mother grief;
So never steal, but, when you do,
Be sure there's no one watching you.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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