THERE was one little Jim, <br />'Tis reported of him, <br />And must be to his lasting disgrace, <br />That he never was seen <br />With hands at all clean, <br />Nor yet ever clean was his face. . . . <br /> <br />His friends were much hurt <br />To see so much dirt, <br />And often they made him quite clean; <br />But all was in vain, <br />He got dirty again, <br />And not at all fit to be seen. <br /> <br />It gave him no pain <br />To hear them complain, <br />Nor his own dirty clothes to survey: <br />His indolent mind <br />No pleasure could find <br />In tidy and wholesome array. <br /> <br />The idle and bad, <br />Like this little lad, <br />May love dirty ways, to be sure; <br />But good boys are seen <br />To be decent and clean, <br />Although they are ever so poor.<br /><br />Jane Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dirty-jim-2/
