The Modern Cherub

"Give me a dad who knows his place
   And never gives me cheek,
And a mother mild who treats her child
   In a docile way, and meek.
Give me a house where a little lad
   Is recognised as head,
And home-life's not too beastly bad,"
   The little darling said.

"Give me the right to rule to roost
   And I'll stay in at night,
And seldom go to the picture show
   Or patronise the fight.
But I'll treat complaints with a lordly sniff
   If they humbly mention bed.
Precocious parents bore me stiff,"
   The sweet young cherub said.