Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, UNRULY KIDS, by WALT MASON


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First Line: I don't like little albert clarence, though
Last Line: Who don't obey their parence don't make a hit with me.
Subject(s): Obedience


I DON'T like little Albert Clarence, though he's a sprightly lad, because he
won't obey his parence, his mother and his dad. This Clarence boy is strangely
gifted, he is no person's fool, and divers prizes he has lifted down at the
village school. He knows what war or revolution distinguished every king, and
when it comes to elocution, he makes the welkin ring. It sends a sort of thrill

and shiver all up my spine and neck, when he arises to deliver "The Boy and
Burning Deck." In divers ologies excelling, in Greek he cuts much grass, and
when it comes to hard word spelling, he cleans up all his class. But when his
mother or his father remarks, "Go, hunt the eggs," he seems to think it too much

bother to exercise his legs. And when his father or his mother observes, "Go,
feed the cat," he says to them, "My little brother is here—let him do
that." There are no flies on Albert Clarence, his teachers all agree; but kids
who don't obey their parence don't make a hit with me.





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