The Quarrel

We stood in the vegetable garden As angry and cross as could be ’Cause you said you wouldn’t beg pardon For eating my radish at tea.

I said, “I shall go an’ tell Mummy. I hope it is makin’ you ill. I hope you’ve a pain in your tummy, And then she will give you a pill.”

But you cried out, “Good-bye then--for ever. Go and play with your silly old toys! If you think you’re so grown up and clever, I’ll run off and play with the Boys.”