A BOY OF YE OLDEN TIME.


 


 


I HAVE heard of a boy who lived long ago—


For such boys are not found now-a-days, you know—


Whose friends were as troubled as they could be


Because of a hole in his memory.


A charge from his mother went in one day,


And the boy said, "Yes," and hurried away;


But he met a man with a musical top,


And his mother's words through that hole did drop.


A lesson went in—but, ah me! Ah me!


For a boy with a hole in his memory!


When he rose to recite, he was all in doubt;


Every word of that lesson had fallen out.


And at last, at last—oh, terrible lot!


He could speak but two words: "I forgot."


Would it not be sad indeed to be


A boy with a hole in his memory?


 


 


 


W. N. Burr.