Roderick, I, and James;
But Jim caught his jacket upon a tack,
And I burst the buttons all off my back,
And Roderick called us names.
Then we found a pillow that had a rip,
And all the feathers we out did slip—
Roderick, James, and I.
And we made a snowstorm, a glorious one,
All over the room. O wasn’t it fun,
As the feathery flakes did fly!