Come, James, you well deserve the Cane,
Your Acts my Ire have gained,
To frown I am obliged again
And dear Mama is pained.
That you to such a Deed should stoop,
And impiously should dare
At Auntie’s Legs to bowl your Hoop
And hurl her through the Air.
That Lawlessness should stalk abroad
Offends each righteous Heart,
And Children, till Respect’s restor’d,
Must very rightly smart.