Blows and cries ! children
Batter each other to kill !
Damned ones ! won’t give peace
While at the chores in the kitchen !
The son, playing pranks
Annoy his little sister ;
And she, – needs no provocation –
Pounces upon and bites:
Snakes and mongoose always :
No, they should be given some whacks !
With a rod the mother reaches them
Who are in a wordy quarrel, showering
blows !
She, at once gives the daughter the gift of
the rod ;
Then she pulls the son’s arm
And lifts her hand, to strike him.
He, with an intense stern look says:
“In this house, could only Mummy and Daddy
Bark at and bite each other? ”
The mother did not beat him, her hand fell,
She stood as if stumbled over her thoughts !
