Tender-Heartedness
By Harry Graham
BILLY, in one of his nice new sashes,
Fell in the fire and was burnt to ashes;
Now, although the room grows chilly,
I have n't the heart to poke poor Billy.
By Harry Graham
BILLY, in one of his nice new sashes,
Fell in the fire and was burnt to ashes;
Now, although the room grows chilly,
I have n't the heart to poke poor Billy.