I tell yer them children was in a fix While that mad engine was doin’ his tricks. But the messenger-boy found Huldy Ann, An’ she said, “I'm glad that I ai n't a man!
I'll show‘ em how!” an’ she crossed the Bay, An’ she see in a wink where the trouble lay. An’ she said, “You go, an’ you telegraft back For a load o’ candy to block the track!”
An’ when they sent it, she piled it high With chocolate caramels, good ones,— My! Peppermint drops and cocoanut cream, Till it looked too good for a Christmas dream!
And the sun it melted and finished the job Into one great elegant sticky gob! So the train run into it lickety-split, An’ the cow-catcher stuck, when the engine hit,—
An’ the tail o’ the train flew up and threw Them children into that caramel goo! They fell clear in,— way over their head, But Ann eat‘ em out, an’ sent‘ em to bed!
There is a Theory some deny, That Lamp Posts once were three foot high, And a Little Boy was terrible strong, And he stretched‘ em out to‘ leven foot long!
I picked some Leaves from off a Tree, And then I nearly Fainted: For somehow it Astonished me To find they'd All been Painted!
I never saw a PURPLE COW, I never HOPE to see one; But I can tell you, anyhow, I'd rather SEE than BE one! My House is made of Graham Bread, Except the ceiling‘ s made of White;
Of Angel Cake I make my Bed; I eat my Pillow every night! I'd rather have Fingers than Toes; I'd rather have Ears than a Nose;
And as for my Hair, I'm glad it's all there, I'll be awfully sad when it goes! Now you are what I call a GOOP!
A Co-tangent harmonious Loop You appear to be facing due South But O what have you done with your Mouth? Many People seem to Think
Plaster o’ Paris good to Drink: Though conducive unto Quiet I prefer another Diet!
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