There was a boy whose name was Jim, his friends were very good to him. They gave him tea and cakes and jam, and slice of delicious ham. And even read him story through and through, and even took him to the zoo.
There was his dreadful faith, befell him I now relate. You know at least you ought to know, that I have often told you so...that children never are allowed to leave their nurses in the crowd. Now this was Jim especial foible, he ran away when he was able, he hadn't gone a yard when bang, with open jaws the lion sprang. And hungrily began to eat, the boy beginning at his feet. Now just imagine how it feels, when first your toes and then your heels and then by gradual degrees, your shins and ankles, carves and knees are slowly eaten bit by bit. No wonder Jim detested it , no wonder that he shouted "Hi " the honest keeper heard his cries. Though very fat, he almost ran to help the little gentleman. Ponto! He cries with furious frown, let go sir, down sir put it down. The lion having reach his head the miserable boy was dead. When nurse inform his parents, they were more concerned than I can say. His mother as she dried her eyes said " Well, it gives me no suprise. " He would not do as he would told. His father was a self-control, bade all the children round attend to Jim's miserable end. And always keep a hold of nurse, for dear of finding something worse.