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P, PETER PEEVISH,—no patience has he,
But scalds both his mouth and his throat with his tea,
Then picks with his fingers the crumbs from the loaf,
And cries, when reproved, like a great silly oaf:
At home or at school, let him be where he will,
Poor Peter is peevish and petulant still.
Q is the QUERIST, who runs from his task,
Some foolish and frivolous question to ask:
‘What’s your name? what’s the hour? which way shall you go?
What toys have you got ? what tales do you know ?’
But ah! the enquirer, now jeer’d by each scorner,
Is order’d to stand like poor Q, in a corner.