He slouched and stooped through the highest door.
His poor little mother wailed and cried—
But his wise old Granny only sighed
“It’s the good God made him an’ He’ll provide.”
How Bob Cooning cried when his Granny died!
Then one night when the village was racked and thrilled
With the circus tents, and the beast cries shrilled
From the hot green meadow, Bob Cooning went
With a sharp-faced man to a certain tent.
Tom, Harry and Dick saw the last gay train