  Jack Parker was a cruel boy, For mischief was his sole employ; And much it grieved his friends to find His thoughts so wickedly inclined. He thought it clever to deceive, And often ramble without leave; And ev'ry animal he met He dearly loved to plague and fret. But all such boys, unless they mend, May come to an unhappy end, Like Jack, who got a fractured skull Whilst bellowing at a furious bull. |
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