English poem
Unselfishness
by Harry Graham (1874–1936)
ALL those who see my children say, "What sweet, what kind, what charming elves!" They are so thoughtful, too, for they Are always thinking of themselves. It must be ages since I ceased To wonder which I liked the least.
Such is their generosity, That, when the roof began to fall, They would not share the risk with me, But said, "No, father, take it all!" Yet I should love them more, I know, If I did not dislike them so.