A BRAND new pupil came to school, His eyes—how quick and bright!— I wonder, will he learn each rule— And learn to read and write? I hope he'll always wipe his feet On coming up the stair, And keep his face and garments neat, And brush his teeth and hair. A brand new pupil came to school, I fear he came to play— I fear he'll never keep the rule— He's but a kitten gray. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE BEING AS VISION by HAYDEN CARRUTH WESTERN CIVILIZATION by JAMES GALVIN |