Where are you going,

Dear little lad?

Where are you going to-day?

With your brown eyes so sweet,

And your dear, willing feet,

Won't you tell us why you are so gay?


"I'm taking some food

To a poor old man,

My mother gave it to me;

He's poor, and he's blind,

And I want to be kind,

And that's why I'm happy, you see."