<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=392909" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A New York Child's Garden of Verses</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(With the usual.)<br>I</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In winter I get up at night,<br>And dress by an electric light.<br>In summer, autumn, ay, and spring,<br>I have to do the self-same thing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have to go to bed and hear<br>Pianos pounding in my ear,<br>And hear the janitor cavort<br>With garbage cans within the court.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And does it not seem hard to you<br>That I should have these things to do?<br>Is it not hard for us Manhat-<br>Tan children in a stuffy flat?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is very nice to think<br>The world is full of food and drink;<br>But, oh, my father says to me<br>They cost all of his salaree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">III</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I am grown to man's estate<br>I shall be very proud and great;<br>E'en now I have no reverence,<br>'Cause I read comic supplements.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">IV</div><div style="margin:10px 0">New York is so full of a number of kids<br>I'm sure pretty soon we shall be invalids.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">V</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A child should always say what's true,<br>And speak when he is spoken to;<br>And then, when manhood's age he strikes,<br>He may be boorish as he likes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Franklin+P.+Adams">Franklin P. Adams</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=392909" data-title="A New York Child's Garden of Verses de Franklin P. Adams" data-description="(With the usual.) I In winter I get up at night, And dress by an electric light. In summer, autumn, ay, and spring, I have to do the self-same thing. I have to go to bed and hear Pianos pounding in my ear, And hear the janitor cavort With garbag..."></div> </div> </div>

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