Johnny and the Apples
As Johnny was going to school one fine day,
Some rosy-cheeked apples he saw o’er the way.
Inviting they looked, so he climbed up the tree,
And filled all his pockets. How naughty was he.
He ate and he ate, till he felt a bad pain,
Then said he would never steal apples again.
The farmer came by with a stick in his hand,
And said, “Master Johnny, do you understand
Those apples are mine? You are stealing them, so
I must punish you for it ere I let you go.”
So he whipped him and whipped him. Poor Johnny felt sore.
Sighed he, “Oh, I never will steal apples more!”
That night, when the children came home from the school,
They said, because Johnny had broken the rule
By staying away without leave, he’d to stay
At the foot of the class through the whole next day.
M. K.