Once there was a boy who never <br />Tore his clothes, or hardly ever, <br />Never made his sister mad, <br />Never whipped fer bein' bad, <br />Never scolded by his Ma, <br />Never frowned at by his Pa, <br />Always fit fer folks to see, <br />Always good as good could be. <br /> <br />This good little boy from Heaven, <br />So I'm told, was only seven, <br />Yet he never shed real tears <br />When his mother scrubbed his ears, <br />An' at times when he was dressed <br />Fer a party, in his best, <br />He was careful of his shirt <br />Not to get it smeared with dirt. <br /> <br />Used to study late at night, <br />Learnin' how to read an' write; <br />When he played a baseball game, <br />Right away he always came <br />When his mother called him in. <br />An' he never made a din <br />But was quiet as a mouse <br />when they'd comp'ny in the house. <br /> <br />Liked to wash his hands an' face, <br />Liked to work around the place; <br />Never, when he'd tired of play, <br />Left his wagon in the way, <br />Or his bat an' ball around— <br />Put 'em where they could be found; <br />An' that good boy married Ma, <br />An' to-day he is my Pa.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-good-little-boy/
