Author James Whitcomb Riley Sometimes, when I bin bad, An' Pa “currecks” me nen,An' Uncle Sidney he comes here, I'm allus good again;'Cause Uncle Sidney says, An' takes me up an' smiles,—The goodest mens they is ain't good As baddest little childs! Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments