WHEN Bill was a lad he was terribly bad. br He worried his parents a lot; br He'd lie and he'd swear and pull little girls' hair; br His boyhood was naught but a blot. br br At play and in school he would fracture each rule— 5 br In mischief from autumn to spring; br And the villagers knew when to manhood he grew br He would never amount to a thing. br br When Jim was a child he was not very wild; br He was known as a good little boy; br He was honest and bright and the teacher's delight— br To his mother and father a joy. br br All the neighbors were sure that his virtue'd endure, br That his life would be free of a spot; br They were certain that Jim had a great head on him 15 br And that Jim would amount to a lot. br br And Jim grew to manhood and honor and fame br And bears a good name; br While Bill is shut up in a dark prison cell— br You never can tell.br br Franklin P.