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Johnnie Jones was doing penance in the corner. Presently he thought
aloud pensively:
"I can't help it if I am not perfect," he sighed. "I have only heard
of one perfect boy in my whole life."
"Who was that?" his father asked, thinking to point out a moral.
"You," came the reply, plaintively, "when you were little."
_His Example_
There are little eyes upon you, and they're watching night and day;
There are little ears that quickly take in every word you say;
There are little hands all eager to do everything you do,
And a little boy that's dreaming of the day he'll be like you.
You're the little fellow's idol, you're the wisest of the wise;
In his little mind about you no suspicions ever rise;
He believes in you devoutly, holds that all you say and do
He will say and do in your way when he's grown up just like you.
Oh, it sometimes makes me shudder when I hear my boy repeat
Some careless phrase I've uttered in the language of the street;
And it sets my heart to grieving when some little fault I see
And I know beyond all doubting that he picked it up from me.
There's a wide-eyed little fellow who believes you're always right,
And his ears are always open and he watches day and night.
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