Part 3

Whenever you are eating soup Remember not to be a Goop! And if you think to say this rhyme, Perhaps 'twill help you every time:

Like little boats that put to sea, I push my spoon AWAY from me; I do not tilt my dish, nor scrape The last few drops, like hungry ape!

Like little boats, that, almost filled, Come back without their cargoes spilled, My spoon sails gently to my lips, Unloading from the SIDE, like ships.

BABY'S APOLOGY

Dear little seed, queer little seed, Tucked into bed in the garden, Why don't you grow? Why, don't you know Baby is asking your pardon?

Out, little seed! Sprout, little seed! Baby did wrong without knowing! Hoping for you, groping for you, To see if you really were growing.

Break, little seed! Wake, little seed! Baby will watch and not harm you. Everything's bright, everything's right, Nothing is here to alarm you.

Dress, little seed! Yes, little seed, Fold your green leaflets around you; There, little seed! Fair little seed, Baby's so glad he has found you!

IN THE STREET

Peelings on the sidewalk, Apple-cores and all, Kick them in the gutter; Save some one a fall! Barrel hoops, glass, and cans, And wires in the street, Kick them in the gutter; You'll save some horse's feet!

SICK FURNITURE

Sitting on the table, Standing on the chairs, That's the way the legs are broken and the cushion tears! How'd you like to pay the bill for varnish and repairs?

BORROWED PLUMES

Don't try on the wraps, The bonnets and caps Of company coming to call! Admire, if you please, But garments like these Should always feel safe in the hall!

THE GOOP PICNIC

They came to the best sort of place for a rest, On the grass, with the trees overhead, They sat down in a bunch and they opened their lunch, And they had a be-autiful spread!

And when they were done, and they'd had all their fun, They proved they were Goops, or were blind; For they picked up their wraps and they left all their scraps For the next picnic party to find!

BOOK-MANNERS

If you scribble on your books, How disgustable it looks! Here a word, and there a scrawl, Silly pictures over all! Take a paper, or a slate, If you want to decorate!

POOR MOTHER!

Oh! Isn't it shocking! Just look at your stocking! Just look at your brand new boots! Your waist is all torn And your trousers are worn-- Just look at the holes in your suits!

Your father is working All day, without shirking, To pay for the clothes that you wear; Your mother is mending All day, and attending To you, with the kindest of care.

And so, while you're playing, Think of father, who's paying, And mother, who's working so hard; While you kneel on your knees, Or climb up the trees, Or make your mud pies in the yard!

CHEATING

I thought I saw a little Goop Who didn't pay his fare; I looked again; the passengers Were gazing at him, there. "They think that he's a thief!" I said; "I wonder does he care?"

GOOP! GOOP! GOOP!

Goop! Goop! Goop! I wish you'd wash your face! Goop! Goop! Goop! Your hands are a disgrace! Goop! Goop! Goop! Put things back in their place! I wish you were polite, Instead of a Goop! Goop! Goop!

VISITING