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Title: Georgie Lie-A-Bed
Author: Katharine Pyle [
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"Come, come, get up," cried nurse to George;
"The breakfast table's spread;
The porridge will be getting cold,
And you are still in bed."
George only sighed and turned about,
And went to sleep once more.
Now did you ever know of such
A lazy child before?
When little George at last arose
The sun was overhead;
He looked about, no clothes he saw;
"Where can they be?" he said.
"Nurse, nurse," he cried, "where are my clothes?
I do not see them here."
"Why, no," said nurse, "you will not find
Your clothes to-day, I fear;
Some other child has now your suit,
Because I thought, indeed,
If you were going to lie in bed,
Your clothes you would not need.
But if you really wish to dress
And go to school, see there,
The little dress a year ago
Your sister used to wear."
Now how ashamed is little George
To have to dress like that;
To have to wear his sister's frock,
Her ribbons and her hat.
Now in the street the children point
And stare as he goes by;
"Come look at Georgie-Lie-a-Bed,
How he is dressed," they cry.
Now little George is so ashamed
To have them see him so,
He turns about and home he runs
As fast as he can go.
"Oh, mother dear," he cries, "if I
May have my clothes once more,
I'll try to be a better boy
Than I have been before."
"Why," says mamma, "since that's the case,
And you repent, my dear,
Your little trousers, shirt, and coat--
Just see--they all are here."
And since that day mamma and nurse
Are proud and glad to see
Their little George can such a prompt
And early riser be.
[The end]
Katharine Pyle's poem: Georgie Lie-A-Bed
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