Pull out, but they never saw Bob again
Until, one day, through our old church door,
At the morning service, strode Bob once more
With his head thrown back, and a smile as bland
As the great glass ring on his vast pink hand.
How the people young and old did grin
As the handsome giant came walking in
With his sporty suit of a fine light check,
And the great starched collar about his neck!
How he dwarfed our poor little house of God!