I gen’ly am the bestest child
   ‘At ever lived; ‘cos how I know
My muver’s often sat ‘n’ smiled,
   When I am good, ‘n’ told me so;
But sometimes w’en I’m tired ‘n’ all,
   My toys ‘n’ ‘at I can’t enjoy,
She makes me stand against the wall,
   ‘N’ ‘en she says, “Oo naughty boy!”

It’s easy being good sometimes;
   Ist like the ’ittle boys ‘at live
In story books an’ nurs’ry rhymes,
   ‘N’ never mess their clothes, or give
Their muvers trouble now ‘n’ ‘en;
   ‘N’ never tease them or annoy.
But I’m not ’zac’ly like then w’en
   My muver says, “ Oo naughty boy!”

‘N’ ‘en I stand against the wall,
   ‘N’ muver says, “Now don’t oo cry”;
Tho’ reely I don’t cry at all;
   But ist p’etend; ‘n’ by ‘n’ bye
I peep around at her, I do,
   ‘N’ smile, ‘n’ ask her for a toy;
‘N’ ‘en my muver’s smiling, too,
   Altho’ she says, “Oo naughty boy!”

"Den"
The Gadfly, 14 February 1906, p18