Poems (Curwen)/Open Confession

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Open Confession.
(recitation for a little boy.)
My proper name is William,  But some boys call me Will, I'm never out of mischief,  Because I can't keep still; I'm always swinging on the doors,  Or climbing on the chairs, Else fright'ning mamma into fits  With sliding down the stairs. I can't help wriggling about,  When I'm at church or school; I can't sit still like other boys,  Upon a chair or stool. I try to keep from mischief, but  I can't keep out a minute; I cut up Mary's doll one day,  To see what there was in it. And once, when I was very young,  When petticoats I wore, I put the pepper in the jam,  And mustard in the flour. Ma says I'll surely drive her mad,  With all the tricks I play, She says her heart is in her mouth,  A dozen times a day. I'm sorry, for I love mamma,  So I'll do the best I can, To try and keep from mischief,  When I grow up a man.
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