Poems (White)/Chippy
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CHIPPY
He is only a freckled and towseled up boy,
He has learned to perfection the art to annoy,
When his father and I just begin to discuss,
Why, then Chippy breaks in, and quite soon there's a fuss.
His poor sister a gentleman caller receives;
A plan to upset them then our Chippy conceives.
The dear baby has fallen asleep without dreams;
Chippy will cry aloud,—baby's frightened to screams.
What on earth is to be done with such a bad boy?
With the cat and the cook, to the preacher, his toy.
He's a terrible pest we all know and will say,
But the day is so dull when that boy is away.
He has learned to perfection the art to annoy,
When his father and I just begin to discuss,
Why, then Chippy breaks in, and quite soon there's a fuss.
His poor sister a gentleman caller receives;
A plan to upset them then our Chippy conceives.
The dear baby has fallen asleep without dreams;
Chippy will cry aloud,—baby's frightened to screams.
What on earth is to be done with such a bad boy?
With the cat and the cook, to the preacher, his toy.
He's a terrible pest we all know and will say,
But the day is so dull when that boy is away.