System
Read 'System' by 'Robert Louis Stevenson' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
Every night my prayers I say,
And get my dinner every day;
And every day that I've been good,
I get an orange after food.
The child that is not clean and neat,
With lots of toys and things to eat,
He is a naughty child, I'm sure--
Or else his dear papa is poor.
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