Jul. 27, 2001
Franklin Hyde, Who caroused in the Dirt and was corrected by His Uncle
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Poem: "Franklin Hyde, Who caroused in Dirt and was corrected by His Uncle," by Hilaire Belloc, from The Penguin Book of Nonsense Verse (Penguin Books).
Franklin Hyde, Who Caroused in the Dirt and was corrected by His Uncle
His Uncle came on Franklin Hyde
Carousing in the Dirt.
He Shook him hard from Side to Side
Hit him till it Hurt,
Exclaiming, with a Final Thud,
'Take that! Abandoned Boy!
For Playing with Disgusting Mud
As though it were a Toy!'
From Franklin Hyde's adventure, learn
To pass your Leisure Time
In Cleanly Merriment, and turn
From Mud and Ooze and Slime
And every form of Nastiness
But, on the other Hand,
Children in ordinary Dress
May always play with Sand.
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