Whyarethosetearsinyoureyes, mychild?
Howhorridofthemtobealwaysscoldingyoufornothing!
Youhavestainedyourfingersandfacewithinkwhilewriting—isthatwhytheycallyoudirty?
O, fie! Wouldtheydaretocallthefullmoondirtybecauseithassmudgeditsfacewithink?
Foreverylittletrifletheyblameyou, .
Youtoreyourclotheswhileplaying—isthatwhytheycallyouuntidy?
O, fie! Whatwouldtheycallanautumnmorningthatsmilesthroughitsraggedclouds?
Takenoheedofwhattheysaytoyou, mychild.
Theymakealonglistofyourmisdeeds.
Everybodyknowshowyoulovesweetthings—isthatwhytheycallyougreedy?
O, fie! Whatthenwouldtheycalluswholoveyou?
