While repeating to his teacher all the Scripture that he knows.
Out of Sunday school he rushes, takes his shoes off on the sly;
Says: “The angels all go barefoot in the sweeter by and by!”
Which he whistles out of tune:
(Sweet By and By.)
Sometimes whistling for his playmate; sometimes whistling for his dog,
On the quiet, in the schoolhouse, to perplex the pedagogue;
Sometimes whistling up his courage; often whistling just because.
In the South he whistles “Dixie” o’er and o’er, without a pause,
Till he’s out of breath completely, when it seems to be, perchance,