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Tiny toddler told his Dad
“I am puzzled so!
What is good and what is bad?
Answer is you know!”
Secrets I will always shun—
Nothing could be worse!
All that Papa told his son
I have put in verse
If the wind tears down the roofs
If the heavens spout
That is bad — why, even goofs
Will not venture out
Sun has conquered rain and cold
Sun shines over all—
That is good for young and old
Good for big and small
If the boy is black as pitch
If his face has dirt on
Then his skin is bound to itch—
And that is bad for certain
If the boy likes soap and water
Toothpaste, brush and comb
Then he’s very good and ought to
Be a pet at home
Some boys bully, bite and hit
Boys but half their size
Boys like this I can’t permit
Verse to advertise
Other boys will never strike
Smaller boys That’s good!
Boys like this we’re bound to like—
That is understood
If the boy destroys and tears
Picture books and toys
Each October-child declares
“What a bad, bad boy!”
If his eyes to books are glued
If he’s never shirking
Then the boy is very good
For he’s fond of working
This boy met a crow and scampered
In a dreadful funk
Coward! He is sorely hampered
Through his lack of spunk
Others would not be afraid to
Tackle birds of prey
Good! Such spunk’s a mighty aid to
Boys on life’s long way
Some boys’ shirts are black as ovens
Yet the boys seem glad
People call them dirty slovens
Don’t you think that’s bad?
This boy’s shoes are always shiny
Just as shoes should be
Though the boy is very tiny
He is good, you see
All must grow from small to big—
Nothing ought to balk us
Boys are bound to grow up pigs
If the boys are porkers
Tiny toddler understood
Tiny told his dad
“I will always do what’s good
Never what is bad”
