_THE DUTY OF THE STRONG_

You who are the oldest,
You who are the tallest,
Don't you think you ought to help
The youngest and the smallest?

You who are the strongest,
You who are the quickest,
Don't you think you ought to help
The weakest and the sickest?

Never mind the trouble,
Help them all you can;
Be a little woman!
Be a little man!

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[Illustration: Walking With Papa]

_WALKING WITH PAPA_

"Won't you walk a little farther?"
Said a Goop to his Papa;
"It is really quite delightful,
And we haven't travelled far;
Wont you walk a little farther,
There's a house I'd like to see!
Won't you walk a little farther,
Till we reach that cherry-tree?"

"Won't you carry me? I'm tired!"
Whined a Goop to his Papa;
"And my feet are sore and weary,
And we've gone so _very_ far!
Won't you carry me? I'm tired!
And I _can't_ walk back alone!
Won't you carry me? I'm tired!"
And the Goop began to groan.

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[Illustration: Piano Torture]

_PIANO TORTURE_

Pianos are considered toys
By Goops, and naughty girls and boys;
They pound upon the keys,
They lift the cover up, on top,
To see the little jiggers hop,
And both the pedals squeeze!

But instruments so rich and fine
(Especially if they're not mine)
I ought to treat with care;
So when my elder sister plays
She'll find it is in tune always,
Nor injured anywhere!

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[Illustration: At Table]

_AT TABLE_

Why is it Goops must always wish
To touch _each_ apple on the dish?
Why do they never neatly fold
Their napkins until they are told?
Why do they play with food, and bite
Such awful mouthfuls? Is it right?
Why do they tilt back in their chairs?
_Because they're Goops!_ So no one cares!

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[Illustration: How to Eat Soup]

_HOW TO EAT SOUP_

Whenever you are eating soup
Remember not to be a Goop!
And if you think to say this rhyme,
Perhaps 'twill help you every time:

_Like little boats that put to sea,
I push my spoon AWAY from me;
I do not tilt my dish, nor scrape
The last few drops, like hungry ape!_

_Like little boats, that, almost filled,
Come back without their cargoes spilled,
My spoon sails gently to my lips,
Unloading from the SIDE, like ships._

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