The Cut
By Ann and Jane Taylor

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.