I do not like to go to bed,
The sleepy little Harry said;
So, naughty Betty, go away,
I will not come at all, I say.
What a silly little fellow!
I should be asham'd to tell her.
Betty, you must come and carry
Very foolish little Harry.
The little birds are better taught,
They go to roosting when they ought;
And all the ducks and fowls you know
_They_ went to bed an hour ago.
The little beggar in the street,
Who wanders with his naked feet,
And has not where to lay his head,
O, he'd be _glad_ to go to bed.
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