The nicest child I ever
Was Charles Augustus Fortescue.
He never lost his cap, or
His stockings or his pinafore:
In eating Bread he made no Crumbs,
He was extremely fond of sums,
To which, however, he
The Parsing of a Latin Word—He sought, when it was within his power,
For information twice an hour,
And as for finding
Unappetising, far from that!
He often, at his Father's Board,
Would beg them, of his own accord,
To give him, if they did not mind,
The Greasiest Morsels they could find—His Later Years did not
The Promise of his Infancy.
In Public Life he always
To take a judgement Broad and Wide;
In Private, none was more than
Renowned for quiet courtesy.
He rose at once in his Career,
And long before his Fortieth
Had wedded Fifi,
Only
Of Bunyan,
First Lord Aberfylde.
He thus became immensely Rich,
And built the Splendid Mansion
Is called The Cedars,
Muswell Hill,
Where he resides in affluence still,
To show what everybody
Become by
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