Postscripts

by O. Henry

Just for a Change

The “lullaby boy” to the same old tune,
Who abandons his drum and toys,
For the purpose of dying in early June,
Is the kind the public enjoys.

But, just for a change please sing us a song,
Of the sore-toed boy that’s fly,
And freckled, and mean, and ugly, and strong,
And positively will not die.