And thar’ he held hisself right out, arms-length,
suh, by his parnts.
Ye ought ter heerd, my barby dear, the cheerins
and the howls
The crowd let out when they’d obsarved that
trick of Mister Cowles.
Sing’lar thing of which I sing—might not
think ’twas true;
Fie, deedle, deedle, leetle ba-a-arby!
But ye know, my leetle snoozer, grampy wouldn’t