A Good Boy by Robert Louis Stevenson
I woke before the morning, I was happy all the day,
I never said an ugly word, but smiled and stuck to play.
And now at last the sun is going down behind the wood,
And I am very happy, for I know that I've been good.
My bed is waiting cool and fresh, with linen smooth and fair,
And I must be off to sleepsin-by, and not forget my prayer.
I know that, till to-morrow I shall see the sun arise,
No ugly dream shall fright my mind, no ugly sight my eyes.
But slumber hold me tightly till I waken in the dawn,
And hear the thrushes singing in the lilacs round the lawn
I really like this poem because nobody in it is a dirtbag. This is about a kid who just wakes up one morning, happy as can be, and says to himself "You know what, today, I'm just gonna be the best kid alive." Everyone is always asking "Ehhhh, why should I be nice to anyone? Nobody ever spares any mush for meeeeee..." If everyone was like this kid, the world would be amazing.
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