Now run away, you little things,
And romp, and jump, and play;
You have been quiet long enough,
So run away, I say.

Fred, you and Lucy roll your hoops;
You on a stick can ride;
And nurse, with baby, run a race,
Or any play beside.

Little boys and girls may romp,
And frisk, and jump, and play;
Book and lessons both are done:
So run away, I say.