Robert Louis Stevenson

(1850-1894 / Edinburgh / Scotland)

System - Poem by Robert Louis Stevenson

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.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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