Little Gentleman
We mustn’t blow our nose, you know In public it’s not nice. We mustn’t take a sweetie, till The giver asks us twice. We mustn’t say a naughty word, We mustn’t do a thing. One never knows when one may meet A Duke, an Earl, a King. We must be good and always be Alert for social graces, What would a titled lady think If we had dirty faces? When we grow up to be a man, We’ll know how we should act, A perfect little gentleman With manners, dear, and tact.
_________________ Civilisation is a veneer- easily soluble in alcohol!
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