“Not yet.” Roger eyed the rhymster with genuine admiration. “It’s bully. Go on.”
“I like. Much I un’erstan’. You read him more. Byme by you give me I stoody all time.” The Pole showed actual signs of enthusiasm.
“That’s the idea, else why is Bobby a bum poet?” Pleased, nevertheless, at his success, Bob resumed.
“For ‘Quick Time’ thirty inches step—
Lift up your feet and show some pep.
The ‘Double Time’ is thirty-six;
Now practice this until it sticks.
“‘Halt!’ when you’re told; don’t keep on going,
Unless you want to get a blowing;
Stop in your tracks, your feet together