The Cut

WELL, what's the matter ? there's a face

What ! has it cut a vein ?

And is it quite a shocking place ?

Come, let us look again.

I see it bleeds, but never mind

That tiny little drop ;

I don't believe you'll ever find

That crying makes it stop.

'Tis sad indeed to cry at pain,

For any but a baby ;

If that should chance to cut a vein,

We should not wonder, may be.

But such a man as you should try

To bear a little sorrow :

So run along, and wipe your eye,

'Twill all be well to-morrow.