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RUDE HILARY
Of all the difficult children to teach,
No boy could equal Hilary Peach.
When his Governess (pretty Aurelia Dix)
Showed six times six to be thirty-six,
Hilary said, with a weary air,
“Well, it isn't my fault, so I don't much care.”
No boy could equal Hilary Peach.
When his Governess (pretty Aurelia Dix)
Showed six times six to be thirty-six,
Hilary said, with a weary air,
“Well, it isn't my fault, so I don't much care.”
She thought that a very good change would be
From Tables and Sums to Geography,
And remarked, as she reached the Atlas down,
That York was Yorkshire's capital town.
Hilary said, with a weary air,
“Why, the silly old thing might be anywhere.”
From Tables and Sums to Geography,
And remarked, as she reached the Atlas down,
That York was Yorkshire's capital town.
Hilary said, with a weary air,
“Why, the silly old thing might be anywhere.”
A little later the Governess tried
The History book with the kings inside,
And explained how grumpily John agreed
To sign for his Barons at Runnymede.
Hilary said, with a weary air,
“Come, you mustn't blame me, for I wasn't there.”
The History book with the kings inside,
And explained how grumpily John agreed
To sign for his Barons at Runnymede.
Hilary said, with a weary air,
“Come, you mustn't blame me, for I wasn't there.”
The third of these stupid and rude replies
Brought tears to Aurelia's velvety eyes,
But she swept that boy like a carpet broom
Along the floor to his parents' room!
“Unmannerly cub!” his Father said;
“When it's Christmas Day you shall spend it in bed!”
Brought tears to Aurelia's velvety eyes,
But she swept that boy like a carpet broom
Along the floor to his parents' room!
“Unmannerly cub!” his Father said;
“When it's Christmas Day you shall spend it in bed!”
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