Saturday, February 27, 2010

(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.

1 comment:

  1. What is this poem about? Is it about the distinction between lives of rich and poor children?