Author Mother Goose When little Fred—Was called to bed,He always acted right;—He kissed Mama,—And then Papa,And wished them all good-night.—He made no noise,—Like naughty boys,But gently up the stairs—Directly went,—When he was sent,And always said his prayers. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 3.8 (4 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments