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When he came, and asked to see it,
  Then he turned and ran away."

"Wicked boy! I think I know him;
  'Twas a naughty thing to do;
I will bring you home another,
  Like the one he stole from you.

"That poor boy has no kind parents,
  Nor a bright and happy home;
Wicked children are his playmates,
  Through the streets he loves to roam.

"There he learns to be so sinful,
  Lying, stealing, every day;
He has no kind friends to teach him,
  Morn and evening, how to pray.

"Should you not be thankful, darling,
  God has been so good to you;
Given you friends so kind and loving,
  Taught you what you ought to do?

"Learn, my son, a useful lesson
  From this wretched boy to-day,—
Never choose a bad companion
  When you're in the streets at play.