  They've took away the ball, Oh dear! And I'll never get it back, I fear. And now they've gone away, And left me for to stay All alone the livelong day, In here. It was my ball, anyhow, Not his: For he never had a ball Like this. Such a coward you'll not see, E'en if you should live to be Old as Deuteronomy, As he is. I'm sure I meant no harm, None at all! I just held out my hand For the ball, And—somehow—it hit his head. Then his nose it went and bled, And as if I 'd killed him dead He did bawl. Mother said I was a naughty Little wretch. And Aunt Jane said the police She would fetch. And that nurse, who's always glad Of a chance to make me mad, Said, "indeed she never had Seen sech!" No! I never, never will Be good! I'll go and be a babe In the wood. I'll run away to sea, And a pirate I will be. Then they'll never dare call me Rough and rude. How hungry I am getting! Let me see! I wonder what they're going to have For tea. Of course there will be jam And—oh! that potted ham! How unfortunate I am! Dear me! Oh! it's growing very dark In here. And that shadow in the corner Looks so queer! Won't they bring me any light? Must I stay in here all night? I shall surely die of fright. Oh dear! Mother, darling, will you never Come back? Oh! I'm sorry that I hit him Such a crack! Hark! yes, 'tis her voice I hear! Now good-by to every fear! For she's calling me her dear Little Jack! |
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