A Good Boy-Chappel Apple

I woke before the morning, I was happy all the day.
I never said an ugly word, but smiled and stuck to play.
And now at last the sun is going down behind the wood,
And I am very happy, for I know that I've been good.
My bed is waiting cool and fresh, and linen smooth and fair,
And I must off to sleeps, and not forget my prayer.
I know that, till to-morrow I shall see the sun arise,
No ugly dream shall fright my mind, no ugly sight my eyes.
But slumber hold me tightly till I waken in the dawn,
And hear the thrushes singing in the lilacs round the lawn...
(Fiona says: "Where's your boys?")

From: Our 'Poetic' Front Porch...Ana & Andy

Credit: "A Child's Garden of Verses"
by: Robert L. Stevenson