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"Timothy Winters comes to school With eyes as wide as a football-pool, Ears like bombs and teeth like splinters: A blitz of a boy is Timothy Winters."
"I do not know what I may appear to the world, but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy, playing on the sea shore, and diverting myself, in now and then finding a smoother pebble, or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me."

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.
"Timothy Winters comes to school With eyes as wide as a football-pool, Ears like bombs and teeth like splinters: A blitz of a boy is Timothy Winters."
"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."
"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."
"And six little Singing-boys,—dear little souls! In nice clean faces, and nice white stoles."
"The Minstrel-Boy to the war is gone, In the ranks of death youll find him, His fathers sword he has girded on, And his wild harp slung behind him."
"What are little boys made of? Snips, snails And puppy-dogs tails Thats what little boys are made of."