Poems (White)/Chippy
CHIPPY
He is only a freckled and towseled up boy, He has learned to perfection the art to annoy, When his father and I just begin to discuss, Why, then Chippy breaks in, and quite soon there's a fuss. His poor sister a gentleman caller receives; A plan to upset them then our Chippy conceives. The dear baby has fallen asleep without dreams; Chippy will cry aloud,—baby's frightened to screams. What on earth is to be done with such a bad boy? With the cat and the cook, to the preacher, his toy. He's a terrible pest we all know and will say, But the day is so dull when that boy is away.