Every night my prayers I say,
And get my dinner every day;
And every day that I've been good,
I get an orange after food.
The child that is not clean and neat,
With lots of toys and things to eat,
He is a naughty child, I'm sure--
Or else his dear papa is poor.
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Robert Louis Stevenson
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Poem topics: food, night, poor, dear, good, clean, orange, child, Valentine's Day, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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