No, Robbie! you can go away;
I am not ready yet to play;
For I must learn these words to spell,
That I may say my lesson well.
How sad our dear mamma would look,
To find that I had left my book!
And if I disobeyed her so,
My play would not be gay, I know.
I'll learn my lesson very soon,
And then I'll run with you till noon;
So, Robbie, you can go away,
And presently I'll come and play.
Study First
H. P. Nichols
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Poem topics: sad, dear, ready, book, away, lesson, play, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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