He could n't have a doughnut, and it made him very mad;
He undertook to get revenge by screaming at his dad.
“Cut out that noise!” I ordered, and he gave another roar,
And so I put him in “the room” and shut and locked the door.
I left him in his prison cell two minutes, just about,
And, penitent, he smiled at me when I did let him out.
But when he got another look at the forbidden fruit
He gave a yell that they could hear in Jacksonville or Butte.
“Cut out that noise!” I barked again. “Cut out that foghorn stuff!
Perhaps I did n't leave you in your prison long enough.
“You want your dad to keep you jailed all afternoon, I guess.”
He smiled at me and answered his equivalent for “yes.”