Written By: George L. Avery
Long long ago there lived a lad
A rotten child whom was quite mad
He'd chase the girls, he'd pull their hair
He was prone to spit and even swear
And if a bird should chance to sing
He'd throw a rock and break its wing
And though I swore I would not tell
He ... threw the kitten in the well
He was full of meanness, I know not why
He stomped a frog and the cows went dry
When told "It's not polite to stare"
He'd ogle strangers. He did not care.
And should a pie be left to cool
He'd long forgot the golden rule
And though I swore I would not say
He ... put the pitch fork in the hay
When'er his mother sent him to bed
He'd stay awake to scheme instead
And like many a lad who does not care
He'd seldom bother to say his prayer
And had he done so before his sleep
He'd have slept safe in an angels keep
Instead, the goblins found him alone
And come next morning he was gone
Some folks think they heard him yell
And then a sound, like someone fell
His window was open, so they have said
And tracks were found in the pansy bed
But the bird on the sill with the broken wing
I wonder ...... how it found the heart to sing
And later I saw the kitten and she
Dining together at a birdbath tea
I could tell they were of a common ilk
Likewise ... the cow let down her milk
How the three pulled it off I cannot say
It remains a mystery unto this day
This story is true, however cruel
And reminds us of the golden rule
It's important lads learn from their mothers
The Golden rule of ... 'Do Unto Others ...'
THE END