Bay does n't stay in the stars any more;
He did n't much cry nor care
When God pushed him out of a big star door
Into the everywhere.
I ringed him up on the telephome
And down he flied to me!
Did n't you know how Bay came home?
I got the push-cart, see?
And wheeled him in the front-yard door
Just one way and another,
I did n't make mud-marks on the floor,
Or scratch the paint on the front-way door,
‘ Cos I am a careful brother;
I putted him into the new white cot,
I covered him up till he grew quite hot,
And then called mother to see;
So Bay does n't stay in the stars any more
But only with mother and me.