Two Strange Sights

Two Strange Sights

     "Oh come into the dining-room!"
     Cries Fred, "come, grandma, dear.
     For something very strange indeed
     Is going on in here!"
     And sure enough, when grandma comes,
     Perhaps at first with fright,
     She stands quite still, astonished at
     An unexpected sight.

     For there upon the woollen rug,
     A jug between her feet,
     Sits Freddy's little sister Bess
     Absorbed in pleasures sweet.
     Her finger in the syrup now
     Behold she slyly dips,
     And carries it with great delight
     To her own rosy lips.

     "You little witch!" cries grandmama,
     "You're like the naughty rat
     I found within the cellar once,
     Who on a barrel sat,
     Filled with molasses, which he reached
     By dipping in the hole
     His great long tail from which he licked
     The sweets he thus had stole.

     "The rat was shot, but grandma's babe,
     Well, till she's learned to know
     Such tricks are wrong, why we of course
     Must naught but patience show."
     Then grandma took her little pet,
     And washed her sticky face,
     Then put that tempting syrup-jug
     Up in a safer place.