Go, go, my naughty girl, and kiss <br />Your little sister dear; <br />I must not have such things as this, <br />And noisy quarrels here. <br /> <br />What! little children scratch and fight, <br />That ought to be so mild; <br />Oh! Mary, it's a shocking sight <br />To see an angry child. <br /> <br />I can't imagine, for my part, <br />The reason for your folly; <br />She did not do you any hurt <br />By playing with your dolly. <br /> <br />See, see, the little tears that run <br />Fast from her watery eye: <br />Come, my sweet innocent, have done, <br />'Twill do no good to cry. <br /> <br />Go, Mary, wipe her tears away, <br />And make it up with kisses: <br />And never turn a pretty play <br />To such a pet as this is.<br /><br />Ann Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/about-the-little-girl-that-beat-her-sister/
