Harry at Dinner

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.