Hilaire Belloc. Charles Augustus Fortescue.

The nicest child I ever knewWas Charles Augustus Fortescue.He never lost his cap, or toreHis stockings or his pinafore:   In eating Bread he made no Crumbs,   He was extremely fond of sums,To which, however, he preferredThe Parsing of a Latin Word—He sought, when it was within his power,For information twice an hour,And as for finding Mutton-FatUnappatising, far from that!He often, at his Father’s Board,Would beg them, of his own accord,To give him, if they did not mind,The Greasiest Morsels they could find—His Later Years did not belieThe Promise of his Infancy.   In Public Life he always tried   To take a judgement Broad and Wide;In Private, none was more than heRenowned for quiet courtesy.He rose at once in his Career,And long before his Fortieth YearHad wedded Fifi, Only ChildOf Bunyan, First Lord Aberfylde.He thus became immensely Rich,And built the Splendid Mansion whichIs called The Cedars, Muswell Hill,Where he resides in affluence still,To show what everybody mightBecome by SIMPLY DOING RIGHT.