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(Robert Louis Stevenson)
Every night my prayers I say,
And get my dinner every day;
And every day that I've been good,
I get an orange after food.
The child that is not clean and neat,
With lots of toys and things to eat,
He is a naughty child, I'm sure--
Or else his dear papa is poor.
Saturday, February 27, 2010
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What is this poem about? Is it about the distinction between lives of rich and poor children?
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