WHEN I’m so awf’ly naughty,
And
just
won’t
do
The very littlest tiny thing
That
I’m
told
to,
But kick and scream when any one
Attempts to come my way,
And press my fingers to my ears
To miss what they may say,
Why, then my mother says that I’m
As bad as bad can be;
She says she thinks it’s some one else
Instead
of
me.
She says she’s sure the little girl
She
used
to
know
Would never do the horrid things
That
hurt
her
so;
And though she doesn’t try to whip,
She looks so very sad
That somehow I just get ashamed
And can’t keep being bad:
I chase the naughty girl away
As far as far can be;
Then I run and kiss my mother, so
She’ll
know
I’m
me!