JAMES AND THE SHOULDER
YOUNG Jem at noon return'd
As hungry as could be,
He cried to Sue, the servant-maid,
"My dinner give to me. "
Said Sue, "It is not yet come home;
Besides, it is not late. "
"No matter that, " cries little Jem,
"I do not like to wait. "
Quick to the baker's Jemmy went
And ask'd, "Is dinner done?"
"It is," replied the baker's man.
"Then home with it I'll run."
"Nay, Sir, " replied he prudently,
"I tell you 'tis too hot,
And much too heavy 'tis for you. "
"I tell you it is not."
"Papa, mamma, are both gone out,
And I for dinner long;
So give it me, it is all mine,
And baker, hold your tongue.
"A shoulder 'tis of mutton nice!
Now near the door young Jem was come,
And batter-pudding too;
I'm glad of that, it is so good;
How clever is our Sue! "
He round the corner turn'd,
But oh, sad fate! unlucky chance!
The dish his fingers burn'd.
Now in the kennel down fell dish,
And down fell all the meat:
Swift went the pudding in the stream,
And sail'd along the street.
The people laugh'd, and rude boys grinn'd
At mutton's hapless fall;
But though ashamed, young Jemmy cried,
"Better lose part than all."
The shoulder by the knuckle
His hands both grasp'd it fast,
And deaf to all their gibes
He gain'd his home at last.
"Impatience is a fault,"
"The baker told me
In future I will patient be,
And mind what says our Sue. "
by Adelaide O'Keeffe