Part 2

The greediest Goop would give away The things he didn't need-- To share the toys with which you play, That's generous, indeed!

CONSIDERATION

When you're old, and get to be Thirty-four or forty-three, Don't you hope that you will see Children all respect you?

Will they, without being told, Wait on you, when you are old, Or be heedless, selfish, cold? I hope they'll not neglect you!

MISS MANNERS

No matter how you wish For the last one on the dish, Miss Manners has a right to it, not you; And the largest one of all, Or the nicest, big or small-- Well, I think you'd better leave her that one too!

BORROWING

Whose doll is that on the table? Whose book is that on the chair? The knife and the pencils and other utensils, Now how do they come to be there?

Didn't you say they were borrowed? You'd better take back just a few! If you lent your playthings, I think you would say things If no one returned them to you!

MEMORY

My teacher taught me, yesterday, A very pretty piece to say; But when I try to think of it, I can't remember it a bit! My head's so full of toys and such, I can't remember very much!

My teacher told me yesterday "Work when you work; Play when you play!" When I am playing with my toys I am the busiest of boys; But when I study or I work I'm 'fraid I am inclined to shirk!

BOOKS

I have a notion The Books on the shelves Are just as much persons As we are, ourselves.

When you are older, You'll find this is true; You'd better be careful To make Books like you!

HONESTY

The boy who plays at marbles and doesn't try to cheat, Who always keeps his temper, no matter if he's beat, Is sure to be a favorite with all upon the street.

The girl who counts her hundreds very fairly, when she's "it" Who doesn't peep or listen, nor turn around a bit, I'm sure she's not a Goop, in fact, she's quite the opposite!

"WHY?"

Josephus never yet was heard To say but just one single word! When father said to go to bed, Then "Why?" was all Josephus said. When mother bade him stop his play, Then "Why?" Josephus used to say. He always made the same reply. 'Twas never anything but "WHY?"

BED-TIME

The night is different from the day-- It's darker in the night; How can you ever hope to play When it's no longer light?

When bed-time comes, it's time for you To stop, for when you're yawning, You should be dreaming what you'll do When it's to-morrow morning.

MODESTY

The proper time for you to show Whatever little tricks you know Is when grown people ask you to; Then you may show what you can do! But sometimes mother's head will ache With all the jolly noise you make, And sometimes other people, too, Can't spend the time to play with you!

DISFIGURATION

Have you ever seen the scrawls On the fences and the walls, All the horrid little pictures and the horrid little names? Don't you think it is a shame? Are the Goops the ones to blame? Did you ever catch them playing at their horrid little games?

BRAVERY