LXX False Friends-like
When I was still a boy and mother’s pride,
A bigger boy spoke up to me so kind-like,
‘If you do like, I’ll treat you with a ride
In this wheel-barrow.’ So then I was blind-like
To what he had a-working in his mind-like,
And mounted for a passenger inside;
And coming to a puddle, pretty wide,
He tipp’d me in a-grinning back behind-like.
So when a man may come to me so thick-like,
And shake my hand where once he pass’d me by,
And tell me he would do me this or that,
I can’t help thinking of the big boy’s trick-like,
And then, for all I can but wag my hat,
And thank him, I do feel a little shy.
W. Barnes