Struwwelpeter, Merry Stories and Funny Pictures

CONTENTS Merry Stories And Funny Pictures Shock-headed Peter Cruel Frederick The Dreadful Story of Harriet and the Matches The Story of the Inky Boys The Story of the Man that went out Shooting The Story of Little Suck-a-Thumb The Story of Augustus, who would not have any Soup The Story of Fidgety Philip The Story of Johnny Head-in-Air The Story of Flying Robert Merry Stories And Funny Pictures When the children have been good, That is, be it understood, Good at meal-times, good at play, Good all night and good all day— They shall have the pretty things Merry Christmas always brings. Naughty, romping girls and boys Tear their clothes and make a noise, Spoil their pinafores and frocks, And deserve no Christmas-box. Such as these shall never look At this pretty Picture-book. Shock-headed Peter Just look at him! there he stands, With his nasty hair and hands. See! his nails are never cut; They are grimed as black as soot; And the sloven, I declare, Never once has combed his hair; Anything to me is sweeter Than to see Shock-headed Peter. Cruel Frederick Here is cruel Frederick, see! A horrid wicked boy was he; He caught the flies, poor little things, And then tore off their tiny wings, He killed the birds, and broke the chairs, And threw the kitten down the stairs; And oh! far worse than all beside, He whipped his Mary, till she cried. The Dreadful Story of Harriet and the Matches The Story of the Inky Boys As he had often done before, The woolly-headed Black- a-moor One nice fine summer's day went out To see the shops, and walk about; And, as he found it hot, poor fellow, He took with him his green umbrella, Then Edward, little noisy wag, Ran out and laughed, and waved his flag; And William came in jacket trim, And brought his wooden hoop with him; And Arthur, too, snatched up his toys And joined the other naughty boys. So, one and all set up a roar, And laughed and hooted more and more, And kept on singing,—only think!— "Oh, Blacky, you're as black as ink!" Now tall Agrippa lived close by— So tall, he almost touched the sky; He had a mighty inkstand, too, In which a great goose-feather grew; He called out in an angry tone "Boys, leave the Black-a-moor alone! For, if he tries with all his might, He cannot change from black to white." But, ah! they did not mind a bit What great Agrippa said of it; But went on laughing, as before, And hooting at the Black-a-moor. Then great Agrippa foams with rage— Look at him on this very page! He seizes Arthur, seizes Ned, Takes William by his little head; And they may scream and kick and call, Into the ink he dips them all; Into the inkstand, one, two, three, Till they are black as black can be; Turn over now, and you shall see. See, there they are, and there they run! The Black-a-moor enjoys the fun. They have been made as black as crows, Quite black all over, eyes and nose, And legs, and arms, and heads, and toes, And trousers, pinafores, and toys— The silly little inky boys! Because they set up such a roar, And teased the harmless Black-a-moor. The Story of the Man that went out Shooting The Story of Little Suck-a-Thumb The Story of Augustus, who would not have any Soup The Story of Fidgety Philip The Story of Johnny Head-in-Air The Story of Flying Robert