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 And then, when I was snug in bed,

Whither I had been sent,

With the blankets pulled up round my head,

I'd think of what my mother'd said,

And wonder what boy she meant!

And "Who's been bad to-day?" I'd ask

Of the wind that hoarsely blew,

And the voice would say in its meaningful way:

Yoooooooo!

Yoooooooo!

Yoooooooo!"

That this was true I must allow—

You'll not believe it, though!

Yes, though I'm quite a model now,

I was not always so.

And if you doubt what things I say,

Suppose you make the test;

Suppose, when you've been bad some day

And up to bed are sent away

From mother and the rest—

Suppose you ask, Who has been bad?"

And then you'll hear what's true;

For the wind will moan in its ruefulest tone:

Yoooooooo!

Yoooooooo!

Yoooooooo!"