Here is cruel Frederick, see! <br />A horrid wicked boy was he; <br />He caught the flies, poor little things, <br />And then tore off their tiny wings, <br />He killed the birds, and broke the chairs, <br />And threw the kitten down the stairs; <br />And oh! far worse than all beside, <br />He whipped his Mary, till she cried. <br /> <br />The trough was full, and faithful Tray <br />Came out to drink one sultry day; <br />He wagged his tail, and wet his lip, <br />When cruel Fred snatched up a whip, <br />And whipped poor Tray till he was sore, <br />And kicked and whipped him more and more: <br />At this, good Tray grew very red, <br />And growled, and bit him till he bled; <br />Then you should only have been by, <br />To see how Fred did scream and cry! <br /> <br />So Frederick had to go to bed: <br />His leg was very sore and red! <br />The Doctor came, and shook his head, <br />And made a very great to-do, <br />And gave him nasty physic too. <br /> <br />But good dog Tray is happy now; <br />He has no time to say 'Bow-wow!' <br />He seats himself in Frederick's chair <br />And laughs to see the nice things there: <br />The soup he swallows, sup by sup— <br />And eats the pies and puddings up.<br /><br />Heinrich Hoffmann<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cruel-frederick/
