Do you know why they've put us in that back room, Up in the attic, close against the sky, And made believe our nursery's a cloak-room? Do you know why?
No more I do n't, nor why that Sammy's mother, What Ma thinks horrid,‘ cause he bunged my eye, Eats an ice cream, down there, like any other! No more do n't I!
Do you know why Nurse says it is n't manners For you and me to ask folks twice for pie, And no one hits that man with two bananas? Do you know why?
No more I do n't, nor why that girl, whose dress is Off of her shoulders, do n't catch cold and die, When you and me gets croup when WE undresses! No more do n't I!
Perhaps she ai n't as good as you and I is, And God do n't want her up there in the sky, And lets her live — to come in just when pie is — Perhaps that's why!
Do you know why that man that's got a cropped head Rubbed it just now as if he felt a fly? Could it be, Bobby, something that I dropped? And is that why?
Good boys behaves, and so they do n't get scolded, Nor drop hot milk on folks as they pass by. JOHNNY ( piously ) Marbles would bounce on Mr. Jones’ bald head —
But I sha'n' t try! Do you know why Aunt Jane is always snarling At you and me because we tells a lie, And she do n't slap that man that called her darling?
Do you know why? No more I do n't, nor why that man with Mamma Just kissed her hand. She hurt it — and that's why;
He made it well, the very way that Mamma Does do to I. I feel so sleepy.... Was that Papa kissed us? What made him sigh, and look up to the sky?
We were n't downstairs, and he and God had missed us, And that was why!
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