  'O h, how I wish,' cried Jack, one day, 'That I was grown up quite, For then I should not go to school, Or have to keep some silly rule. I'm sure they're made in spite. Why should I go to bed at eight, If I desire to sit up late?' 'Oh, very well,' his father said; 'Go to the Bank for me, And sit, as I do, all day long— I think you soon would change your song, And long at school to be. Just try to be content, my boy, And then your life you will enjoy.' |
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