With the kiddies a-hanging on my back;
With the kiddies, dear old Keeper, I say,
On my big broad back the livelong day.”
THE BLUES
If you’ve ever a “grouch,” little girl,
And your brain is all twisted and torn;
If your nerves are all racked, little girl,
And the world looks all blue and forlorn;
Don’t commune with yourself, little girl,