I finished the song.

Can I read it to you ?" "I wish you had no friends that Mr.Trius has occasion to frighten with a stick," said the mother.

"I hope that it won't ever happen to you." "Oh, he often threatens innocent people," Kurt replied.

"Listen to a true description of him." A SONG ABOUT MR.

TRIUS, THE BOY BEATER.
Old Trius lives in our town, A haughty man is he, And every one that he can catch He beats right heartily.
Old Trius wears a yellow coat, It's very long and thick, But all the children run away At sight of his big stick.
Old Trius of the pointed hat He wanders all around, And if he beats nobody, why There's no one to be found.
Old Trius thinks: To spank a boy Is really very kind, And all he cannot hit in front At least he hits behind.
Old Trius makes a pretty face With every blow he gives.
He'll beat us all for many years, I'm thinking, if he lives.
The mother could not help smiling a little bit during the perusal, but now she said seriously: "This song must under no condition fall into Mr.
Trius' hands.