ADHD - An Illustrated historical overview

Let me see if Philip can Be a little gentleman Let me see if he is able To sit still for once at table: Thus Papa bade Phil behave And Mamma looked very grave But fidgety Phil He won’t sit stil He wriggles And giggles And then, I declare Swings backwards and forwards And tilts up his chair Just like any rocking-horse- “Philip! I am getting cross! See the naughty, restless child Growing still more rude and wild Till his chair falls over quite Philip screams with all his might Catches at the cloth, but then That makes matters worse again Down upon the ground they fall Glasses, plates, knives, forks, and all. How Mamma did fret and frown When she saw them tumbling down! And Papa made such a face! Philip is in sad disgrace Where is Philip, where is he? Fairly covered up you see! Cloth and all are lying on him He has pulled down all upon him What a terrible to-do! Dishes, glasses, snapped in two! Here a knife, and there a fork! Philip, this is cruel work Table all so bare, and ah! Poor Papa, and poor Mamma Look quite cross, and wonder how They shall have their dinner now. The Story of Fidgety Philip