The Battle

Oh, naughty, naughty, naughty,
To knock the baby down,
Oh, what a dreadful temper!
Oh, what an ugly frown!

Why did you do it, Willie?
It wasn’t brave at all,
The baby knows no better
Because he is so small.

He only thought it funny
To overturn your blocks,
You shouldn’t mind, my Willie;
His little playful knocks.

I want my Willie dearie,
To be a little man,
Be kind to little brother,
And gentle as you can.