"Please, lady! please pay my Ma for her sewing; <br />The suit fits you splendidly--that you'll allow. <br />Oh! don't say tomorrow! I see you are going; <br />But this will not hinder long--please pay me now. <br />Ma work'd all night for you! ev'ry minute; <br />Now she lies groaning with pain in her head; <br />And there by the pantry (with not a thing in it), <br />Sits poor little Theodore crying for bread! <br />Poor little Theodore crying for bread!" <br /> <br />"On! driver, on! they have all gone before us, <br />And I will not be late at the ball," Beauty said; <br />And wintry winds echoed her answer in chorus <br />With poor little Theodore crying for bread! <br />Poor little Theodore crying for bread! <br /> <br />"Please lady! please pay my Ma for her sewing; <br />I'll run and get change for you. Don't call me bold-- <br />But how could you dance tonight all the time knowing <br />That we were left suffering, hungry and cold? <br />Ma looks so wild! she keeps calling for Daisy; <br />That was the name of my sister that's dead. <br />Oh! what shall I do, with my Ma going crazy, <br />And poor little Theodore cryiing for bread? <br />Poor little Theodore crying for bread!" <br /> <br />"Please lady! please pay my Ma for her sewing; <br />She must have some medicine--that let me buy. <br />Now, don't speak of beggars! 'tis money you're owing: <br />Do please, pay me part of it--else we must die." <br />On the wheels roll'd, and Fidele returned weeping; <br />Ah! in her absence a spirit had fled, <br />And morning light found her a weary watch keeping, <br />With poor little Theodore crying for bread! <br />Poor little Theodore crying for bread!"<br /><br />Henry Clay Work<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/crying-for-bread/
