Whyarethosetearsinyoureyes, mychild?

Howhorridofthemtobealwaysscoldingyoufornothing!

Youhavestainedyourfingersandfacewithinkwhilewriting—isthatwhytheycallyoudirty?

O, fie! Wouldtheydaretocallthefullmoondirtybecauseithassmudgeditsfacewithink?

Foreverylittletrifletheyblameyou, .

Youtoreyourclotheswhileplaying—isthatwhytheycallyouuntidy?

O, fie! Whatwouldtheycallanautumnmorningthatsmilesthroughitsraggedclouds?

Takenoheedofwhattheysaytoyou, mychild.

Theymakealonglistofyourmisdeeds.

Everybodyknowshowyoulovesweetthings—isthatwhytheycallyougreedy?

O, fie! Whatthenwouldtheycalluswholoveyou?