A Freckle-Faced Boy.

I.     I'm just in my glory when the cat I can tease,     Or I'm hunting for bird nests up in the trees,     And I wear out my pants in the seat and the knees;     I'm the pride of my daddy, my mammy's own joy--     A frolicsome, rollicksome, freckle-faced boy! II.     I can make a top hum, and at marbles, you bet,     I'm the cock of the walk and the king of the "set;"     I'm hearty and healthy--and don't you forget     The dead loads of "goodies" that I can destroy--     I'm a frolicsome, rollicksome, freckle-faced boy! III.     They send me to school with my satchel and books,     And my pockets bulged out with nails and fish-hooks;     And sometimes while there my teacher she looks     And captures the things that provoke and annoy     From a frolicsome, rollicksome, freckle-faced boy! IV.     My mammy she says that it's quite evident     Of the country some day I'll be President;     But auntie, she says from the way I am bent     The gold of her dream will be full of alloy     From a frolicsome, rollicksome, freckle-faced boy! V.     I'm huntin' for fun, and I don't have a care,     And there's dirt on my hands, and I don't comb my hair,     And off-colored patches quite often I wear;     But there's no kind of sport the young heart can cloy     Of a frolicsome, rollicksome, freckle-faced boy!