Story of a Naughty Boy by Anna Laetitia Barbauld

There was a naughty boy; I do not know what his name was, but it was / not Charles, nor George, nor Arthur, for those are all very pretty / names: but there was a robin came in at his window one very cold / morning -- shiver -- shiver; and its poor little heart was almost frozen / to death. And he would not give it the least little crumb of bread in / the world, but pulled it about by the tail, and hurt it sadly, and it / died. Now a little while after, the naughty boy's papa and mamma went / away and left him, and then he could get no victuals at all, for you / know he could not take care of himself. So he went about to every / body -- Pray give me something to eat, I am very hungry. And every body / said, No, we shall give you none, for we do not love cruel, naughty / boys. So he went about from one place to another, till at last he got / into a thick wood of trees, for he did not know how to find his way / any where; and then it grew dark, quite a dark night. So he sat down / and cried sadly; and he could not get out of the wood; and I believe / the bears came and eat him up in the wood, for I never heard any thing / about him afterwards.