Such a naughty boy

What a naughty boy

Who doesn’t ever feel coy.

Always playing with a toy

Is sure to find that toy;

Everything he will destroy.

To his time he will waste;

His homework he does in haste;

While in play, he feels taste-

As if he were truly in a feast.

Success he gets by his wits;

To some time of study, he never fits.

In tampering and playing, pleasure he gets-

For study or work, he never sits.

My boy, my lad, you’re not so bad,

For such waste, you make me feel sad.

Why don’t you relieve the bosom of Dad

And use the abilities which you had?

To do good for this and that;

Here and there, wherever you sat;

Not at all times pay tit for tat-

Forgiveness is good where we’ll be dwelt at.