Our dear children gave a party,
Not one grown person there;
And the laughter, it was hearty,
Without a servant's care.
"One must," said they, "a servant be,"
And quick they cried, "one should."
So they cast lots, did that par--ty:
The lot fell on T. Good.
They rang the bell, he never came;
They called, he would not hear;
They stamped, but it was all the same,
T. Good would not appear.
They coaxed him in with marmalade,
To take a letter out.
He said that he was scarcely made
"To post and run about!"
Said he, "I've seen rich people do
Kind acts for servants' good;
But seldom have I known, its true,
Them act as e'er they should!
"That is, you know, quite to a T,
And sure as eggs are eggs,
Men-servants in a family,
Care mostly for their legs!"
Oh! Tommy was quite rated high
By all the children fair.
He pardon begged, and quick did fly
To run both here and there.
* * * * *
Now mind and do as you are bid,
Or you'll come in for blame;
And never let your joy be hid
Beneath some passing shame.
[Illustration: The Little Bootmaker]
_Knock, knock, knock! paste, paste, paste!
Use wax, and thread, and awl each day
While there's light to work we'll haste,
For health and time soon pass away._