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"And six little Singing-boys,—dear little souls! In nice clean faces, and nice white stoles."
"For his teeth seem for laughing round an apple. There lurk no claws behind his fingers supple; And God will grow no talons at his heels, Nor antlers through the thickness of his curls."

A boy is a young male human. The term is commonly used for a child or an adolescent. When a male human reaches adulthood, they are usually described as a man.
"And six little Singing-boys,—dear little souls! In nice clean faces, and nice white stoles."
"Without plenty of sleep, at least three hours of it before midnight if possible, no boy is going to go far in athletics.Overstraining is simply trying to do too much. A boys constitution will not stand nearly as much physical effort as a mans in spite of the fact that a boys competitive spirit flares just as brightly. No boy under sixteen should attempt to run farther than one mile or compete in more than two hard races in one meet. Younger boys do not have to go through the rigid training program intercollegiate athletes undertake because a boys muscles are naturally more supple and his body in better general physical condition, thanks to the surprising amount of out-of-door walking, running, jumping, swimming, pulling, pushing and stooping boys do every day. Boys under sixteen should concentrate on acquiring form in their events rather than gaining razor-edge physical trim. A short period of special drill and speed sharpening is all they need before a meet."
"Boys everywhere are quick to recognize and respect any kind of talent in each other, and one of Will Rogers best talents was talking."
"Make the boy interested in natural history if you can; it is better than games."
"His body was as straight as Circe’s wand; Jove might have sipped out nectar from his hand. Even as delicious meat is to the taste, So was his neck in touching, and surpassed The white of Pelops shoulder. I could tell ye How smooth his breast was and how white his belly; And whose immortal fingers did imprint That heavenly path with many a curious dint That runs along his back."
"Where the pools are bright and deep, Where the grey trout lies asleep, Up the river and over the lea, That’s the way for Billy and me."