The Bandit Bunny Alphabet and other stories, Page 29
O Little Boy Blue,
He is in a sad plight.
He was left in the rain for a day;
Then his berry-black eyes and his apple-red lips,
And his wonderfulcoat trickled off into drips;
Now, alas! he is a little Boy Gray.
“Now, Willy, if you go to sleep
I’ll give you something nice;”
And Willy tried his very best
To follow the advice.
And when his mother sought his crib
And whispered in his ear:
“O Willy, are you sound asleep?”
He said – “Yes, Mamma dear.”