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Jim

Hilaire Belloc

There was a boy whose name was Jim;
His friends were very good the him.
They gave him tea and cakes and jam
And slices of delicious ham
And chocolate with pink inside
And little tricycles to ride
And read him stories through and
through
And even took him to the zoo -
But there it was the dreadful fate
Befell him, which I now relate.

You know, at least you ought to know,
For I have often told you so -
That children never are allowed
To leave their nurses in a crowd;
Now this was Jim's especial foible,
He ran away when he was able,
And on this inauspicious day,
He slipped his hand and ran away !
He hadn't gone a yard when-
With open jaws a lion sprang,
And hungrily began to eat
The boy: beginning at his feet

Now just imagine how it feels
When first your toes and then your heels,
And then by gradual degrees,
Your shins and ankles, calves and knees,
Are slowly eaten, bit by bit.

No wonder Jim detested it !
No wonder that he shouted 'Hi !'

The honest keeper heard his cry,
Though very fat he almost ran
To help the little gentleman.
'Pronto !' he ordered as he came
(for Pronto was the lions name),
'Pronto !' he cried, with angry frown.
'Let go, sir! Down sir !, Put it down !'

The lion made a sudden stop,
He let the dainty morsel drop,
And slunk reluctant to his cage,
Snarling with disapointed rage.
But when he bent him over Jim,
The honest keeper's eyes were dim,
The lion having reached his head,
The miserable boy was dead.

When nurse informed his parents, they
Were more concerned than I can say:-
His mother, as she dried her eyes,
Said, 'Well, it gives me no surprise,
He would not do as he was told !'
His father, who was self controlled,
Bade all the children round attend
To James' miserable end,
And always keep a hold of nurse
For fear of finding something worse.


Hilaire Belloc

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