“Won’t you carry me?  I’m tired!”
    Whined a Goop to his Papa;
  “And my feet are sore and weary,
    And we’ve gone so very far! 
  Won’t you carry me?  I’m tired! 
    And I can’t walk back alone! 
  Won’t you carry me?  I’m tired!”
    And the Goop began to groan.

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[Illustration:  Piano Torture]

PIANO TORTURE

  Pianos are considered toys
  By Goops, and naughty girls and boys;
    They pound upon the keys,
  They lift the cover up, on top,
  To see the little jiggers hop,
    And both the pedals squeeze!

  But instruments so rich and fine
  (Especially if they’re not mine)
    I ought to treat with care;
  So when my elder sister plays
  She’ll find it is in tune always,
   Nor injured anywhere!

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[Illustration:  At Table]

AT TABLE

Why is it Goops must always wish To touch each apple on the dish?  Why do they never neatly fold Their napkins until they are told?  Why do they play with food, and bite Such awful mouthfuls?  Is it right?  Why do they tilt back in their chairs? Because they’re Goops! So no one cares!

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[Illustration:  How to Eat Soup]

HOW TO EAT SOUP

  Whenever you are eating soup
  Remember not to be a Goop! 
  And if you think to say this rhyme,
  Perhaps ’twill help you every time: 

Like little boats that put to sea, I push my spoon AWAY from me; I do not tilt my dish, nor scrape The last few drops, like hungry ape!

Like little boats, that, almost filled, Come back without their cargoes spilled, My spoon sails gently to my lips, Unloading from the SIDE, like ships.

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[Illustration:  Baby’s Apology]

BABY’S APOLOGY

  Dear little seed, queer little seed,
   Tucked into bed in the garden,
  Why don’t you grow?  Why, don’t you know
    Baby is asking your pardon?

  Out, little seed!  Sprout, little seed! 
   Baby did wrong without knowing! 
  Hoping for you, groping for you,
   To see if you really were growing.

  Break, little seed!  Wake, little seed! 
   Baby will watch and not harm you. 
  Everything’s bright, everything’s right,
    Nothing is here to alarm you.

  Dress, little seed!  Yes, little seed,
    Fold your green leaflets around you;
  There, little seed!  Fair little seed,
    Baby’s so glad he has found you!

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[Illustration:  In the Street]

IN THE STREET

  Peelings on the sidewalk,
    Apple-cores and all,
  Kick them in the gutter;
    Save some one a fall! 
  Barrel hoops, glass, and cans,
    And wires in the street,
  Kick them in the gutter;
    You’ll save some horse’s feet!