Children — take 'em as they run —
You kin bet on, ev'ry one! —
Treat 'em right and reco'nize
Human souls is all one size.

Jevver think? — the world's best men
Wears the same souls they had when
They run barefoot — 'way back where
All these little children air.

Heerd a boy, not long ago,
Say his parents sassed him so,
He'd correct 'em, ef he could, —
Then be good ef they'd be good.