Poems III- Little Mary's OJ

This is the first poem I'm printing from my Oregon trip. It's in the vein of a Shel Silverstein children's poem, with a nice little moral to it.

"Little Mary's OJ"

"Aw, shucks."
Little Mary said.
"I didn't refrigerate my orange juice."

"Bad luck!"
Her little brother said.
And he ran to Mum to tattle the news.

But Little Mary was clever,
And Little Mary was bright.
So she poured a big glass of the OJ,
And pinched her nose with all of her might.

She drank that glass in one big gulp,
And then she poured another.
She glugged it all til the carton was done,
And in came her dear, sweet, old mother.

"What's this I hear about spoiled juice?"
But Little Mary had been quick as a flash,
"Little brother must be fibbing again."
(For the juice was already in the trash.)

So Little Mary's brother got punished,
And Little Mary got off scot-free.

If you make a mistake, always fix it yourself.
And never a tattler be.