A Good Sport by Ella Wheeler Wilcox — Read

I WAS a little lad, and the older boys called to me from the pier: / They called to me: ‘Be a sport: be a sport! Leap in and swim! ' / I leaped in and swam, though I had never been taught a stroke. / Then I was made a hero, and they all shouted: / ‘Well done! Well done, / Brave boy, you are a sport, a good sport! ' / And I was very glad.

But now I wish I had learned to swim the right way, / Or had never learned at all. / Now I regret that day, / For it led to my fall.