poem, by charles henry ross
john, tom, and james
john was a bad boy, and beat a poor cat;
tom put a stone in a blind man's hat;
james was the boy who neglected his prayers;
they've all grown up ugly, and nobody cares.
an old woman
there was an old woman as ugly as sin,
who lived upon lucifer-matches and gin;
but she was so greedy, and ate such a many,
you could not have kept her a week on a penny.
lay a stick on his back!
what's he done? i cannot say.
we'll find out tomorrow,
and beat him today.
via the writer's almanac,