Dr. Smitters was preaching on Aaron’s rod,
And how it budded in miracle bloom.
“Say! With Bob in a church there ain’t hardly room
For us and the minister both!” So Jim
The wag, so dapper and keen and slim
Whispered to Pollie—but Pollie just sighed.
“Oh my, but Bob’s splendid!” Pollie replied.
That winter Bob Cooning was just like a king!
His father boasted “A darn fine thing
For us, that our son went away that day!