Every night my prayers I say, <br />And get my dinner every day; <br />And every day that I've been good, <br />I get an orange after food. <br /> <br />The child that is not clean and neat, <br />With lots of toys and things to eat, <br />He is a naughty child, I'm sure-- <br />Or else his dear papa is poor.<br /><br />Robert Louis Stevenson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/system/
