Greedy Richard
"I
think
I
want
some
pies
this
morning,"
Said
Dick,
stretching
himself
and
yawning;
So
down
he
threw
his
slate
and
books,
And
saunter'd
to
the
pastry-cook's.
And
there
he
cast
his
greedy
eyes
Round
on
the
jellies
and
the
pies,
So
to
select,
with
anxious
care,
The
very
nicest
that
was
there.
At
last
the
point
was
thus
decided:
As
his
opinion
was
divided
'Twixt
pie
and
jelly,
being
loth
Either
to
leave,
he
took
them
both.
Now
Richard
never
could
be
pleased
To
stop
when
hunger
was
appeased,
But
would
go
on
to
eat
still
more
When
he
had
had
an
ample
store.
"No,
not
another
now,"
said
Dick;
"Dear
me,
I
feel
extremely
sick:
I
cannot
even
eat
this
bit;
I
wish
I
had
not
tasted
it.
"
Then
slowing
rising
from
his
seat,
He
threw
his
cheesecake
in
the
street,
And
left
the
tempting
pastry-cook's
With
very
discontented
looks.
Just
then
a
man
with
wooden
leg
Met
Dick,
and
held
his
hat
to
beg;
And
while
he
told
his
mournful
case,
Look'd
at
him
with
imploring
face.
Dick,
wishing
to
relieve
his
pain,
His
pockets
search'd,
but
search'd
in
vain;
And
so
at
last
he
did
declare,
He
had
not
left
a
farthing
there.
The
beggar
turn'd
with
face
of
grief,
And
look
of
patient
unbelief,
While
Richard
now
his
folly
blamed,
And
felt
both
sorry
and
ashamed.
"I
wish,"
said
he
(but
wishing's
vain),
"I
had
my
money
back
again,
And
had
not
spent
my
last,
to
pay
For
what
I
only
threw
away.
"Another
time,
I'll
take
advice,
And
not
buy
things
because
they're
nice;
But
rather
save
my
little
store,
To
give
to
those
who
want
it
more."
