Robert Louis Stevenson (1850-1894 / Edinburgh / Scotland)
Every night my prayers I say,
And get my dinner every day;
And every day that I've been good,
I get an orange after food.
The child that is not clean and neat,
With lots of toys and things to eat,
He is a naughty child, I'm sure--
Or else his dear papa is poor.
Robert Louis Stevenson's Other Poems
- A Good Boy
- A Good Play
- A Thought
- A Valentine's Song
- About The Sheltered Garden Ground
- Ad Magistrum Ludi
- Ad Martialem
- Ad Nepotem
- Ad Olum
- Ad Piscatorem
- Ad Quintilianum
- Ad Se Ipsum
- After Reading "Antony And Cleopatra"
- Air Of Diabelli's
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