Down comes the winter rain -
       &nbsp Spoils my hat and bow -
Runs into the poll of me;
       &nbsp But mother won't know.

We've been out and caught a cold,
       &nbsp Knee-deep in snow;
Such a lucky thing it is
       &nbsp That mother won't know!

Rosy lost herself last night -
       &nbsp Couldn't tell where to go.
Yes—it rather frightened her,
       &nbsp But mother didn't know.

Somebody made Willy drunk
       &nbsp At the Christmas show:
O 'twas fun! It's well for him
       &nbsp That mother won't know!

Howsoever wild we are,
       &nbsp Late at school or slow,
Mother won't be cross with us,
       &nbsp Mother won't know.

How we cried the day she died!
       &nbsp Neighbours whispering low . . .
But we now do what we will -
       &nbsp Mother won't know.