Cruel Frederick
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Cruel Frederick
Here is cruel Frederick, see! A horrid wicked boy was he;
He caught the flies, poor little things, And then tore off their tiny wings,
He killed the birds, and broke the chairs, And threw the kitten down the stairs;
And oh! far worse than all beside, He whipped his Mary, till she cried.
The trough was full, and faithful Tray Came out to drink one sultry day;
He wagged his tail, and wet his lip, When cruel Fred snatched up a whip,
And whipped poor Tray till he was sore, And kicked and whipped him more and more:
At this, good Tray grew very red, And growled, and bit him till he bled;
Then you should only have been by, To see how Fred did scream and cry!
So Frederick had to go to bed: His leg was very sore and red!
The Doctor came, and shook his head, And made a very great to-do, And gave him nasty physic too.
But good dog Tray is happy now; He has no time to say "Bow-wow!"
He seats himself in Frederick's chair And laughs to see the nice things there:
The soup he swallows, sup by sup-- And eats the pies and puddings up.
