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 When he came, and asked to see it, Then he turned and ran away."

"Wicked boy! I think I know him; 'Twas a naughty thing to do; I will bring you home another,  Like the one he stole from you.

"That poor boy has no kind parents, Nor a bright and happy home; Wicked children are his playmates,  Through the streets he loves to roam.

"There he learns to be so sinful, Lying, stealing, every day; He has no kind friends to teach him,  Morn and evening, how to pray.

"Should you not be thankful, darling, God has been so good to you; Given you friends so kind and loving,  Taught you what you ought to do?

"Learn, my son, a useful lesson From this wretched boy to-day,— Never choose a bad companion  When you're in the streets at play.