MY MOTHER.
I MUST not tease my mother,
For she is very kind
And everything she says to me
I must directly mind.
For when I was an infant,
And could not speak or walk,
She let me on her bosom sleep,
And taught me how to talk.
I must not tease my mother;
And when she wants to read,
Or has the headache, I must step
Most silently indeed.
I will not choose a noisy play,
Or trifling troubles tell,
But sit down quiet by her side,
And try to make her well.
I must not tease my mother;
She loves me all the day,
And she has patience with my faults,
And teaches me to pray.
How much I'll try to please her
She every hour shall see,
For should she go away, or die,
What would become of me?
Little Speaker.