The Chief Defect of Henry King <br />Was chewing little bits of String. <br />At last he swallowed some which tied <br />Itself in ugly Knots inside. <br /> <br />Physicians of the Utmost Fame <br />Were called at once; but when they came <br />They answered, as they took their Fees, <br />"There is no Cure for this Disease. <br /> <br />"Henry will very soon be dead.'' <br />His Parents stood about his Bed <br />Lamenting his Untimely Death, <br />When Henry, with his Latest Breath, <br /> <br />Cried, "Oh, my Friends, be warned by me, <br />That Breakfast, Dinner, Lunch, and Tea <br />Are all the Human Frame requires...'' <br />With that, the Wretched Child expires.<br /><br />Hilaire Belloc<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/henry-king/
