XII Come When You Are Called
Where’s Susan, and Kitty, and Jane?
Where’s Billy, and Sammy, and Jack?
O! there they are, down in the lane,
Go, Betty, and bring them all back.
But Billy is rude and won’t come,
And Sammy is running too fast;
Come, dear little children, come home,
Oh Billy is coming at last.
I’m glad he remembers what’s right,
For though he likes sliding on ice,
He should not be long out of sight,
And never want sending for twice.