THE FUNNY SMALL BOY.

Otago Witness, Issue 1456, 11 October 1879, Page 23

THE FUNNY SMALL BOY.

lie cometh unto you with a tale which holdeth children from play. . • <

— Sir P. Sydney.

The room it was hot, And the room it was school ; So the schoolmaster got Fast asleep on his stool, / ( • , , While the scholars were having a frolic,- ' ' ' Bereft of all reason and rule. • ' - When a ball badly aimed, - ' <•' Struck the schoolmaster's nose, Which was long, and quite famed For its terrible blows ; Then he scowled on those innocent scholars, In a way he could scowl when he chose. " Come hither, my child, Thou art writing, I see ;" And the schoolmaster smiled, " Come now. ric;ht on my knee ; The upstrokes, you see, arc mado lightly, :■ ; The downstrokes are heavy and free." , , , While the small boy was tanned, . . Came his laughter— a roar ; , ' And the teacher so bland, Was now vexed, and he swore ; For the way that the awful boy giggled, Was something unheard of before, • , The teacher was beat ■ , And deprived of his wind ; ' So he stood on his feet ' '' -' That small boy, who just grinned, ,in . ■ And who shook with mirth that was jolly, And felt of his back that was skinned., " Now tell me, my son, Ere this rod I employ, Once again for thy fun Why this wonderful joy ?" " Such a joke," cried the lad, wild with laughter, " You're whipping — ha ha — the wrong boy."