TOBACCO LEAVES 



When father, who discovered me, 

 Made me exceeding hot. 

 He scattered all my feathers then, 

 While, face down, I reclined ; 

 I sat upon a cold hearthstone, 

 I was so warm behind. 



I remember, I remember, 



I viewed the rod with dread, 



And silent, sad, and supperless, 



I bundled off to bed. 



It was a childish punishment, 



And now 'tis little joy 



To know that, for the selfsame crime, 



I wallop my own boy. 



H. i 



