I knew a little boy
So exceedingly polite;
He wouldn’t leave the room, unless
He asked you if he might;
His hair was always smooth,
And he looked so spick and span,
You really might have thought
He was a wooden little man!
One day as he began
To remark, “Sir, if you please—”
Intending to apologize
If he should chance to sneeze;
Quite suddenly he gave
A funny little shriek,
And everybody jumped into
The middle of next week.
And the little boy himself,
Very nearly died of fright:
Because he’d been so very
Very, very impolite!