Brand new pupil came to school,
His eyes—how quick and bright!—
I wonder, will he learn each rule—
And learn to read and write?
I hope he'll always wipe his feet
On coming up the stair,
And keep his face and garments neat,
And brush his teeth and hair.
A brand new pupil came to school,
I fear he came to play—
I fear he'll never keep the rule—
He's but a kitten gray.
