XXII Lucy and Dicky
Miss Lucy was a charming child,
She never said, “I wont!”
If little Dick her playthings spoil’d,
She said, “Pray, Dicky don’t.”
He took her waxen doll one day,
And bang’d it round and round,
Then tore its legs and arms away,
And threw them on the ground.
His good Mamma was angry quite,
And Lucy’s tears ran down;
But Dick went supperless that night,
And since has better grown.