When their class was heard,
They couldn't spell a word:
They put an "i" in burly, and they put a "u" in bird!
So, according to the rule,
They must study after school,
Or by and by they'll have to sit upon the dunce's stool.
Tit, tat, toe!
Three in a row!
The teacher's pencil taps on the desk broad and low.
"Now come," she says, "and spell;
I'm sure you'll do it well;
By the brightening of your faces, I readily can tell."
Tit, tat, toe!
Three in a row!
Straight to the teacher's desk the willing children go:
They say their lesson o'er,
Not missing as before,
Then fly away, determined to be idle never more.
Tit, tat, toe!
Three in a row!
Is a fascinating pastime the little people know;
But oh! it never pays
To walk in folly's ways;
For pleasure quickly passes, while pain much longer stays.
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