  Little Tom Jones Would often throw stones, And often he had a good warning; And now I will tell What Tommy befell, From his rudeness, one fine summer's morning. He was taking the air Upon Trinity Square, And, as usual, large stones he was jerking; Till at length a hard cinder Went plump through a window Where a party of ladies were working. Tom's aunt, when in town, Had left half a crown For her nephew (her name was Miss Frazier), Which he thought to have spent, But now it all went (And it served him quite right) to the glazier. Note.—The foregoing story is stated to be "founded on fact." |
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