The Cut

Well, what's the matter? there's a face

        What ! has it cut a vein?

And is it quite a shocking place?

        Come, let us look again.

I see it bleeds, but never mind

        That tiny little drop;

I don't believe you'll ever find

        That crying makes it stop.

'Tis sad indeed to cry at pain,

      For any but a baby;

If that should chance to cut a vein,

      We should not wonder, may be.

But such a man as you should try

      To bear a little sorrow:

So run along, and wipe your eye,

      'Twill all be well to-morrow.