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.