When Mother Goes Away
By Clara Odell Lyon
Says Bobby to Mother:
“I’ll be good as I can.”
“I know you will, Bobby;
You’re Mother’s little man.”
BUT—
His mother then takes every match from the box;
The door of the pantry securely she locks;
Puts the hammer and tacks, and the scissors and ink
In the best hiding places of which she can think
And wonders at last, as her hat she pins on,
What mischief her Bobby will do while she’s gone!