My Harry is not quite so good
At dinner as I wish;
He sometimes is a dainty boy,
Unless he likes the dish.
He, sometimes says he does not like
His pudding and his meat,
If, on the sideboard he can see
A pie or custard sweet.
But mother does not choose her boy
Should follow ways like these;
And if his plate he does not clean,
He has no pie nor cheese.
Mamma knows that, whate'er she gives
Her boy, is always good;
And she is never pleas'd to hear
Remarks about his food.
How many a half-starv'd little boy
Has nought whereon to feed!
While happy Henry, day by day,
Has all that he can need.