Fussy Philip

"Let me see if Philip can,
Be a little gentleman.
I wonder if he's even able,
To sit still at this dinner table?"
Said his Dad, both calm and mild,
To his freckled only-child.
But Mom she frowned and looking grave,
Saw Philip start to misbehave.
He wriggled, he giggled,
And I declare,
Swung back and forth,
While tilting his chair!
"Yeehaw! It's like a rocking horse!"
Mom she worried, but of course.

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, forks and all!
And oh how Mom did fret and frown,
When the ham came tumbling down!
And Dad made such an angry face!
"Philip, you're a real disgrace!"

But where is Philip? Where is he?
Fairly covered up, you see.
What a awful thing to do!
Dishes, glasses -- snapped in two!
Here a knife, and there a plate!
Dad so angry, Mom irate!
Philip's parents wonder how,
They shall make their dinner now.